The lure of lucrative jobs
In foreign lands
Excites desperate souls
As they see a better future
Than in their homeland
Recruitment agencies
Operate from shady joints
Promising dream jobs
With perquisites to match
For these gullible customers
Human traffickers
Pose as messiahs
Enticing innocent candidates
From rural areas
With tempting proposals
Once on board,
They exploit the poor souls
By confiscating
Their travel documents
And short-selling their skills
They are not petty criminals
It is a well-oiled machinery
That perpetrates
And perpetuates
Such atrocities on migrant labour
Many agencies chip in
To run this recruitment mafia,
Negligent government agencies
And casual outlook of courts
Add to their woes
The hapless victims
Pay a heavy price
And get sucked into the vortex
Of a vicious circle
They did not bargain for
Like every other young girl
She holds a dream, vast and bright
But born in a land of dark shadows
That hunt and silence dreams.
Tempted by a shinning chance
She seized it with both trembling hands
Unaware of the story on the next page
A huge decision at a tender age.
Chartered, restrained like a fragile glass
Sent to a land with deceiving masks.
Auctioned to the highest bidder
Made a cleaner, a toy for pleasure, a mother.
But she’s just a girl with a dream
A dream that will set her free
From the shadows that dim all light.
Motherhood was never part of the fight.
Somewhere in the land of "riches"
Near the birthplace of God
A young girl is in bondage
Mothering at an early age.
Taken from somewhere in Africa
Near the birthplace of despair
Lured by promises of a well-paying job
A lucrative opportunity, a better life.
Yet, there she is, at a tender age
Living in heaven but trapped in a cage
Cleaning floors and washing plates
Forced into motherhood when it gets late.
She screams, but no one hears
She whispers to a God who seems absent
In solitude, she embraces her fate
For where else can she place her hope?
Human Trafficking detained, seized unlawful acts against one's
will hidden motives, and crimes are worldwide against men, woman
and children. Age, race, religious gender identity, or Nationality
the association is not applicable. Whom human traffickers target
unlawful acts of captivity, restrictions, and dilemmas results are
brutality, scheming, sexual exploitation, organ trades, and forced labor.
Ultimately there are success stories and many survivors are now
advocates helping other human beings.
I've come to you a pretty girl
I've come to you just right
I'm longing for your arms abhor
I'm offered you tonight.
I call you for the favored vail
Your more where I can't feel
And beg you for the ones who live
that others form your keel
And make you come to see me bleed
where others force their beil
And take you to their land of time
that all will be to Hell
And tell you that you haven't lived
till others see your sail
And ask you if you've lived that way
for all you did to fail
And bring you to another land
that others will prevail
And take you only by the hand
you handed me to bail
And say to you you've never lived
until you're on your own
And blessings come to all who live
not knowing their unknown
Rain falling down on magenta leaf
Seemed like a forbidden feeling
Dreamed as a despair on ceiling
Loud stormy, yet ears still deaf
This poor self awoke because of wetness
Ache not cured well in deeply heart
Leaving roots of wound not in curt
This suffer mind sank under sadness
mum! Mummy please didn't do it to me
dumb! Daddy please didn't dattch it to me
I had reached heaven for you too late forgiven
You had touched prison for you too late remorsen
I once had a post card with a picture of paradise
It had lovely scenery that wetted the eyes
With The glassy skyscrapers that mesmerise
It was a land where bliss and beauty lies
After a journey in the dark with a smuggler as my host
A sea swallowing lives roared at me at the coast
I saw my fantasy turn into a ghost
I realised paradise was the home I had lost
Home is never a choice we try to inhabit
Home is a place that chose us without bait
I journeyed back to my canaan, like an exodus retreat
The Promised Land I dreamt of was always under my feet
She ran away,
Into the night,
Alone and sad.
They saw her,
Watched, then approached,
Offered her kindness.
She felt safe,
With innocent trust
She accepted friendship,
Went with them,
Believed in goodness.
They beat her.
Force fed drugs,
Imprisoned, bound, gagged.
Trapped and scared
She wet herself.
Men came in
Violated, ravished, despoiled.
Screaming in pain,
Hungry and cold.
The abuse continued,
Day after day
Death threats delivered.
Family and friends
Search and appeal.
Police examine evidence.
Twelve hour shifts
In sexual slavery,
No possible escape,
Branded by ink.
Feelings of repugnance
She covets death.
A tip off
Activates Police raid.
They find her,
Bruised, petrified, vacant.
Inside a cage,
Blemished, defiled, impure.
Reunited with family,
Striving for normality,
An uphill climb.
Courage and tenacity
Needed for survival.
Guilty and impure.
Never again to
Be a child.
7th March 2017
That's somebody's mother
That's somebody's sister
That's somebody's brother
That's somebody's grandmother
That's somebody's grandfather
That's somebody's aunt
That's somebody's uncle
That's somebody's cousin
That's somebody's dad
See human trafficking has no
Age
Color
Size
Shape
Gender
Name
Does not even matter
it will sneak up on a individual without a warning
It can appear anywhere
School
Work
Park
Library
Mall
Does not matter what time of day
Morning
Noon
Night
It's best to just stay in the house but even that's not safe
Human trafficking can appear
Anywhere
Anytime
Anyplace
Human Trafficking
Freedom
Sacred, Invioble
Obligating, Purifying, Liberating
Opportunity, Autonomy, Servitude, Impotence
Repressing, Confining, Demeaning
Abysmal, Incomprehensible
Slavery
Sunshine Williams
A little baby girl is born
Dark hair brown eyes - so beautiful
The mother weeps for her little baby girl
Her fate is already determined
and her mother thoughts you will never get
She is the fifth child in the family
One boy and four girls
Mother and father are proud of their son
Girls - makes no pride
Three girls are already promised a price
Human trafficking and child abuse
How much is the fourth girl worth
02.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)
(3 th in the contest)
(1/15/13)
the human trafficker sells your body , sells your soul
they keep you under their control.
to them you are just a piece of meat
for humanity to sit and eat.
the younger the victim the easier to control
by the time they're teens- their spirit is cold.
no longer do they have the will to fight
it's become their way of life.
they never had a childhood or a family to love
or to even know what love's about
for their hearts and minds have been turned inside out.
fear is the only thing they know
and in their face it will show.
many are bought and put on the streets
if they don't meet their quota - they don't eat.
then there are those who are sold privatly
those are the ones that you never see.
most are girls - but there are boys
and they're all used as sexual toys.
we have to let all countries know
human trafficking has got to go.
(C) L . RAMS
Human Trafficking is something very serious and very traumatizing.
Girls all around the world are getting sold and bought for Trafficking.
Its something you don't see everyday.
You know how when you're talking to someone and you tell them,
"I know how you feel".
You can never tell a person that has been through Trafficking that
and if you do, in there head, there probably saying
"I hope you NEVER know how I feel!".
Its something horrible and I hope it stops soon and never happened again.
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