Traffickers Poems | Examples

Vanish

"To vanish and not be heard from ever again is mystery not to you, but to those who love you, a nightmare will ensue." By Poet

What becomes of those who vanish, 
quickly slipping out of sight
becoming ghosts so greatly missed
who step not back into the light.

You hear of souls like these sometimes.
They simply walk out of a door,
around a corner, down some street . . 
to not be heard from any more.

It’s likely they’ve been kidnapped though
how awful if no proof is found
to show that there had been foul play.
Were they killed or gagged and bound?

Had there been horrific torture?
What must those who love them feel
if their body’s not recovered?
To have no clue must be surreal.

And always there’s that tiny chance
to which their friends or kin may cling.
They simply disappeared because
of secrets or deep suffering.

Are they now in slavery
to traffickers of sex somewhere?
This thought must haunt the parents of
young kids with faces sweet and fair.

How hard it is has to be to know
your loved one had no cause to flee.
In hell you’d suffer thinking that
in hell your loved one still might be.

Eagle Pass

The eagles have long left,
scattered over miles; empty plastic bottle,
condoms and diapers.

Here under a burning sun
human traffickers do not imply a rush-hour.
Death is imported, life degraded.

They come from all over the world,
mostly men of military age,
and no one asks why?
Whole families come,
they are bussed away at night,
to be forgotten amidst more teeming masses.

An old man
rides his bike, grins, waving a hand
at a gaggle of press and photographers.

There are still no eagles.

Song of The Pangolin No 7: AABB

Famine ... charities ... complementary.
Killers; Lions, Hyenas, Snakes, the very
highest on the list, Human traffickers,
with their ad lib, and full-on characters.
Pangolin's are anteaters resembling
armadillos but different. Trembling
leads to curling up into a ball when
they sense danger. They burrow in a den
like hole as a prelude to finding food.
Poor eye sight, lest prey's washes up mood,
Pangolins are keenly scented hunters.
Endangered according to their numbers,
for their scales are coveted, as produced
Chinese medicine, thus hope is reduced.

Human Trafficking

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.

Fads Come and Fads Go

Fads come and fads go
Is this pronoun thing a ho ho ho?
I am sure for some it is important and real.
Others jump on, wanting more zip and zeal.

Tik Tok and U-tube, two of today’s norms
Taking new directions, creating new forms
Will they both be passé’ in the thirties?
Names going back to Homers and Gerties?

Database and web were unknown in the eighties.
Google was not a word known to us natives. 
Word processors barely peeking out.
LOL and MMAT make me want to shout!

The first computers took an entire room.
No one fathomed owning one.
Now we all talk away on Zoom.
High tech craziness. Oh what fun!

Things are moving at mega-super-speed.
People like Putin filled with incredible greed.
Sex traffickers are real and true.
I liked the old ways. How about you?

Sex Traffickers and Pedophiles

Leaving them hopeless
Breaking their spirit
animals sometimes
humans other times
puts them in cages
torments their souls
soulless monsters
imprisoning
setting a trap
capturing
enslaving
kidnapping
tricking
snaring
hunt

Qanon Poison

Panic mongers, hate mongers,
                  traffickers in groupthink. 
The key to the universe,
	you must never let facts interfere 
		 with all your  
 obsessive incessant fables.
 	You must never doubt the veracity of
		of the latest tale of terror.
A secret Satanic elite of cannibalistic pedophiles,
	All the liberals are in on it, don’t you know?
		          Soros and Gates in collusion.  
Evangelical contagion,
the deep state  under every bed,
	the boogeyman behind it all.
Any questioner is complicit.
Any true believer will be saved. 
Apophenia intoxication,
		Donald Trump is your savior.
Your mind is malleable to malignancy,
		 It metastasizes in your trance.
The putrid contamination percolates
		      everywhere  in deafening silence.    
Each taste of QAnon venom, 
	      Each flavor of terror,
seizes and imprisons the masses of minds
	   And  if you listen, you will hear
the percussive funeral dirge
	for the death of the civilized world.

The Eternal Voyage

A vessel sets off from the Cape of Despair.
A brown girl of ten is the tiniest shipment. 

They’re fed up with the indigenous misery.
They sold everything, enchanted by the 

traffickers’ fake promises. Their migratory 
dreams leap like the kangaroos. But Australia 

is beyond the likely maelstroms and cyclones.
They conquer hunger with the dry fruits and 

resist the chill with their will. Diesel and their 
energy run out. They’re fast asleep beneath 

the blanket of fatigue. Soon they vanish within 
a gigantic turbulent wave.  They find another 

version of the world, where there are neither 
borders nor flags. They wander in the blue 

woods with peeping blackbucks. Red-striped 
snakes float in the fragrance of the night blooms.  

Ecstasy is ejaculated. None of them feel any sense 
of loss. Food is no longer a haunting thought.

They enjoy true charms in pure freedom.
Life is beautiful beyond the mystery of death.


First published in The Literary Hatchet

The Solitary Child

Born to time and it's despair
 who is this solitary child for who no one cares?
Tears alone welcomed her that day,
 as this child's mother slipped away.

A birth unintended
 while life is randomly upended
and in the physical realm
 is born the child of the oak and elm.

A prophetic dream laid waste to this land
 where strangers walk the dampened sand
and the child taken out to open sea
 is the harbinger of every you and me.

One day this child spurned
 will find its way back and be returned
to the cause of justice, love and freedom's creation
 where once it was spurned in the hopes of a nation.

For now, this solitary child yearns
 aching in pain from lessons it has learned
and with a promise of a newer chance
 perhaps the child will see America and the world advance.

Beware, users, traffickers of our children's lives
 you have no right to choose who lives or dies
justice shall be most unkind, angry, righteously vexed
 with you and anyone who might steal innocence next.

Quiet Sky

for Tabitha

The sun wanders westward 
towards the old frontier, 
dragging its heft across plateaus 
of New Mexico. Along Route 
66, a quick toe-dip in Tahoe sets 
Reno aglow. Quicker than that, 
Nevada bucks, bankrupt and 
rusted. The Hindenburg above 
Wyoming, the sun gasps helium 
and flame, desists in the ether 
and disappears, leaving the 
world, simultaneously teeming 
with visionaries and traffickers, 
to moonlit Pacific quandaries.

And so, it makes sense, Tabitha, 
your winter scarf worn in 
summer, frayed by the dull 
gleam of lost pioneers latched to 
your lips at their corner, wearing 
you down with heavy freight.  
But even then, I smile to see 
your sadness, the way
you stack dark onto darkness. 
Because, in all the years I’ve 
known this street on which you 
and I are talking, no one has left 
me quite as you: facing due east, 
chasing a vision towards where 
tomorrows emerge from 
obsidian snare…and you sleep.

Feral Free

In an exotic country of bursting colour
A paradise for majestic and exquisite birds
Shameless poachers and traffickers
Conduct unspeakable injustices
Conjuring a movement of resistance
From a tireless passionate activist group 
On the hunt for wildlife held in captivity
Clever brave and stealth taking action 
Aiming to unshackle and set the innocent free
With their echoing liberating mantra
There’s no such thing as ‘exotic pets’ 

Suffice their ransom to see feral birds fly away
Exalting in their newfound freedom
All the wiser and never to be seen again



Submitted on January 11, 2021 for contest PODIUM PLACING PROMISE (6) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 2ND

and July 31, 2018 for FERAL POETRY CONTEST sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSEN

Modern Day Slave

She works sixteen hours a day 
unfortunately she has no pay,
forced by her traffickers of evil  
non compliance,  expect upheaval,
she accepts chores through fear
emotions turned off, sheds no tear,
she’s forced to humiliate and shame
herself,  so feels that she is to blame,
her only hope would be to escape
under constant threat of gang rape,
we all see her daily, we’re ignorant 
just a cleaner just another immigrant,
we don’t expect such evil to be sustained
ill gotten gains by exploitation maintained,
we don’t bother to ask of her well-being 
why should we, laws protect human being,
only her and her perpetrators really know 
there’s no escape, they’ll never let her go,
her family are also at threat over seas
children, and sisters she will never see,
she must show strength and bravery
she’s a victim of modern day slavery.

People Trafficking

People trafficking is like selling drugs
Organised by not caring thugs
The traffickers provide this service now
Huge sums to get over borders in their know how
And to take chances across desert and the seas
To brave the navies and the border guards they see

It seems to me the black economies flourish 
In the bordering countries who choose not to finish
For they feed money from this into their economies
And they don't seem want to stop it or to agree
To not having this happen in their countries
And living off these trafficking fees.

© Paul Warren Poetry

Drugs

DRUGS
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Various drugs for various purposes,
Purpose is lost when it is used wrongly.
Drugs for ailments are widely accepted,
Same for pleasure  is  totally rejected.

Criminal acts are on the increase,
Rapes, murders, thefts are a few.
Many could be avoided easily,
If drugs are abandoned completely.

Reprimand  Addicts and traffickers,
For the good of the society and nation.
Safeguard the youths and addicts,
By eliminating  the drug dealers.

Every nation and every citizen,
Should adhere to strict drug policy.
Take severe action against this trade,
And  the trade will vanish on its own.

Lost Eyes

lost eyes
of native girls enslaved
by traffickers
beaten and forced into sex
and I grew up complaining
of harvesting beans and corn

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