WUNRN
GIRL
CHILD SELLER FATHER - POEM
How
could you sleep
When she's in pain,
Her spirit crushed.
You,
her father, whom she trusted
Sold
your young daughter to sharks.
Did being a father
Matter to you?
Does fear, guilt and shame
Sometimes
stir
Your polluted heart?
She lays there;
Hugging her customer
Hating
this reality.
When will it stop
And you remember
You are her dad?
You sigh on your own hardships
Like you justify, rationalize
Betrayal
of your girl child.
And still
You sit there
Jobless
Mastering sloth
Blind eyes, face inert,
Immune to her hurt.
You call
Her next user
For a few dollars.
Are you human?
To
see your daughter's
Prostitution
for your beer?
--
Airyn
Lentija