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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.
Oh! Be ware whenever you answer your cell,
or land line phone. I received a call from the
Everett's Marriott Hotel. And did not answer
my cell phone. My personal friend, told me.
It is a place for prostitution. And I thought it
could also be a place for drug trafficking?
She told me it was how her problems,
and her daughters first started.
The hackers deleted all of her
photographs of her daughter's
youngest child. She had stored
in her cell phone.
The hackers hacked into her computer,
and had access to her files. They
tried to frame her daughter for
crimes she did not commit.
They tried to mess around with
her back ground check,
claiming she had a criminal
background.
They stole her car in the City of Arlington,
and messed around with it.
Taking all of her valuables out her
motor vehicle. Spreading lies
about both her and her daughter.
They tried to destroy the lives
of her daughter and her children
by spreading vicious and malicious lies.
Her grand daughters were both
sexually abused!
Her daughter arranged to have a date
with a man she found on one of those
internet dating sites. A child abuser,
and a wife beater advertised himself there.
You can apparently lie about your background
on those internet dating sites. They
probably can't check into the backgrounds
of people who post themselves on line
for dating services.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 29, 2020
If we could delight in everyone with kindness
Our world will be peaceful, never alienating
The ideals and hopes of women, children,
As the freedom of life is a man’s birthright :
Yet, swindlers deceive people who seek
A better tomorrow which is fair, dignified
Respecting not their value of equal opportunity…
But greed malice leaves hopeful dreamers
Sinking in the fissure of broken nights,
Traded like cattle, reduced as slaves, lowly brides
While human trafficking lurks unresolved
A barter, a cruel deal of society’s infraction:
Though I join lobbying for deprived citizens,
Grease of billion dollars hide this ruthless transgression
Why? Why? For bribery offered is intoxicating, enticing,
At the expense of God’s daughters and captive sons.
John Hamilton’s Social Injustice Contest
Written 4/11/2018
(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
Our small loop of a street
usually quiet
Today receives a loud grooming
with chain saws
and wood chippers
and diesel trucks slicing
and ruining silence
into anti-solitude.
This is my last day off
until summer school begins
in two sultry weeks.
Morning rain passed through
to breezy summer camp sun,
crisp shade tree shadows
moving slightly within lush grass
waiting for my non-motorized mower.
It feels *****...
I feel *****,
at sixes and sevens
at 67,
to trust that I need
not just more solitude
to become healthy again,
but more silence
to become vocally wealthy
again.
To go
or to stay
here
too near a State highway
trafficking toward two casinos
now more native to American economies
than Native Americans to empowerment.
This last bus
not quite upon us
while thoughts wonder
and feelings wander
about shouting sawers
and clanging chipper
banging my longing
back to a rural dirt dust-path
along side a Michigan Centennial Farm
where I knew breezy
silent
summer encampment days
of solitary
fresh freedom.
I wonder why
we can't go home again,
Yet I can go back to childhood
solitude served up
in sacred silent
unsettled dusty memories
of toddling freedoms lost.
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
A good view. The traffic and wind careen.
The highway overpass vibrates. Suicide starts
to sing, a wind-dervish rattling thin mantis limbs.
On the branches of peripheral nerves, small birds
stretch plasma necks, warble high
in the catbird seat of her soul.
She thought about her soul. Only one invisible
globule of it ever active, the rest tranquilized,
a pool fed by absent-minded angels.
All this ugliness, the streams of cacophony,
the vaporous scar tissue of petroleum and rubber,
floats up as vivid bombinate blooms.
She breathes it all in, watching from a crows-nest
that sways leagues above her head.
She has dealt herself a spaced-out view, here
up in the air, her toes curling into concrete,
she sits back in the best chair of her vertigo,
and yells to all the passing, trafficking,
crud-burning speeders below –
“You’re all way too slow, for a catbird thought,
too lowdown for any wind-scattered moment.
Lifting my weary an drugged head
"Hey'
Is all that croaked
From a dried throat
As the Irish gals
From Donegal
Those medical Angels
Surely sent
By family past
Dote about
My sickening
Karmic Dragons breath
Did seek me out again
Only so many times
I be lucky
To duck an weave
Its directing
More of
A spray
On the other side
The midnight tree
Wounded Deer
Do run
Till Deaths door
It comes
Laying down
Forest floor
And welcomes
No more runs
They know
As well as I
It ain't over
Till I die
Ozymandias
It shall be
Long after
I fly away
Smiling
Knowing I won
Splitting the Atom
Isn't for thee
You" l have to be satisfied
Surely
You get to keep
Human trafficking
No one
Would suspect
A Copper Head Potato
Well
That's not entirely correct
So I
Blink
Cause mother, wife, an children
Are in danger
Best I not leak
To much
As fateful paths
Merge
Shared suffering
Isolation
Vanitas
I have traveled down so many roads
In the dreams that were untold.
Dreams take us to places we’ve
Never been before.
Opening up our minds
And opening different doors.
Dreams of hope, dreams of love
Sent from up above.
Dreams that set your heart fluttering
Like the wings of a bird
Seen but hardly heard.
Dreams of goals that we set
But haven’t gotten to yet.
But my dream is not a simple one
I want to change the bad s that were done.
To abolish human trafficking and child abuse
Although it seems like it’s no use.
The almighty dollar is the bottom line
And has been with us since the beginning of time.
Traffickers make millions- something we will never see.
But at least we know that we are living free.
Then there are the abusers
both men and women alike
Who take advantage of the weak
Because they can not fight.
Child abusers, women abusers
They are all the same
They put blame on society
And yet they have no shame.
You know you have a problem
So medical help you should seek
This form of aggression has
reached its boiling peak.
To some this is the norm for what
They have gone through
But taking it out on others
Is not what you should do.
To stop all of this is my dream.
I will spread the word to all
Who love to read
We must tell everyone
We must plant the seed.
Let us change the laws to help
All the abused and the oppressed.
Abusers and traffickers are not concerned
About going to hell.
Just look at their smirk and you can tell.
Written for all children that suffer from abuse,child trafficking
neglectfulness,and any kind of child abuse, my heart bleeds
for our children...
Dear God:
what did I do wrong?
I'm weak and little
while they're so big and strong
Dear God:
what can I say?
and Lord why
do I have to pay?
Heavenly Father:
I just get in their way
there's cussing and fighting
and drinking all day
Dear God:
I pray please keep me safe
till this night ends
and a new day breaks
Dear God:
my tears have dried
I'm broken and hurt
and as I wonder
what's my life worth
Dear God:
as I slowly die
welcome me home
to be by your side
Father in Heaven:
suffer this child
as I come home to you
and forgive them Lord
they know not what they do...