WUNRN
POEM - YOUNG GIRL VICTIMS OF THE SEX TRADE
While the world is busy
Rotating
madly on its axis
They
were stacked in a half-dozen high,
Concrete
cages,
Waiting
for their turn
To
be exploited,
Tainted,
Trafficked,
Sold...
Innocent girls as young as five
Trapped on the blockade of no-more dreams
Where their blood-curdling screams
Were persecuted inside them
Deprived..
Of
being heard...
Behind those walls are painful cries
Pleas (for education),
Fears (for self worth),
Traumas (for AIDS...for Alienation)
Have
you seen/heard/felt them?
They were there...
Somewhere...
Who knows what they feel...
The trembling of their knees
The first time the lining of their dreams
Were sliced evilly...
Lacerated...
The nipples of their hopes
Brutally clawed by the beasts
Of different races
In less than ten hours
They were there...
Somewhere...
Paining...
Penning their blues in the wind
The words behind their silent weeping
In every excruciating night
Nights
and days of drowning
In
the language of the sex trade
And not a ghost of a chance
The eons of light invade
Their infant lamenting souls
--------
Airyn
Lentija