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AN OPEN LETTER TO A TRAFFICKER

Dear trafficker,I am on the run With face emitting fear Worn in clothe surged into rag By the scissors of rape linen scars With the screech from angry nails; narrow escape. Do not ask why I run Like a prey dodging the hunters’ gun from thick darkness I run, in search of sun I am but a derelict Worn in tattered smock As the whirlwind stirs frustration and my hopes remain forlorn I would relish the scary street Here is better than your hell No more shall your contractor waylay my ardent strife Fruitless life Sweat in shambles Still I boast of no life I wouldn’t come, Without the credence from your tongue You said the pastures are green and life is but a melodious song Meanwhile you had it planned all along To make laborers from our clan The poorer we are, the richer you become I am only sixteen, Devoured by manly mantle For sordid pleasures My pride will they rumple and vowed that I shan’t see the morrow’s dawn If I dare relinquish the place of a pawn As heeds the rivers’ wave and tide, the coxswain So do I heed commands that deepens my pain I am stocked Can’t move forward, nor to the back return I am disheartened With no hope of a glorious turn In the street corners I shall lay Where wanton mosquitoes fly I lay in the spring of tears Till heaven hears my cry Trafficker as I lay with earthly stings I know you are somewhere Feeding on chicken wings I run for a place to lay my head If it means to bunk on grass in exchange for bed I would anything, than stay in my mistress’ den Where I am a meal to many men Daemon! You orchestrated my fall You took my harvest and careless if I perish You said papa will be fine when I work This is all for papa and you know Why then is my story so Tell the kids in Togo's loitering street and all the troubled ones in Africa When a man like this beacons Please resist his soothing tongue For he is darkness in array of light As he would cajole, to cast on you a lasting plight He is a coward, whose fortune depends on our sweat and in greed, would he have some souls to-let Trafficker, don’t from your evil schemes relent Till justice come, and then you’ll have no chance to repent.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 2/13/2018 10:08:00 AM
What a powerful poem full of emotions.. what an evil world we live in...
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