Car park in the blanket of darkness.
Highlife fights the night.
Felix checks time.
“Twenty-three girls now,” he says.
Between eighteen and twenty-five, good.
Oseh pockets phone.
“Seven more. Thirty will do.”
Die-hard girls to convince the scared.
“Well-protected on this journey,”
Felix lies, or believes.
Motel lights hide trafficking.
John’s house is one prison.
This car park is the next.
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?
Reluctant to be a child
Unsupervised in the wild
Never dreamed of trafficking
All the screams inside happening
Wide eyed and busy tail
All points bulletin for sale
Youth is lost sold to a John
Simple teen years now gone
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.
Can enough be enough?
Did they seek for
The emotion of fear or
The emotion of desire?
Should they ask for
The sense Of power
To protect their purpose
And stay focus?
Don't pretend they are alright
So nail it and
Save the day
Their body is their honor
Why pay to tear
Or force to take
From their innocence
They don't deserve
The pain they bear
So keep your cash ??
And remove the fear
They need justice
To make peace
With their bruised self
For their ugly state
Has destroyed
Their mindset
Try to save them
Help to change them
Join to end this
Stop the Abuse!
#$TOP THE ABUSE ??
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
Dem Tiff Our Pikin
Child Trafficking
Her echoing screams
pierced the night
unreeling an impending woe
rousing every slumbering soul
prompting a sudden madness
The other sits then strains
looking out with earnest yearnings
scarcely seeing the distance
streaming out the tears
remembering many sorrows
as she recounts her story
This one grows weary
as her mind wanders off
overly flustered
by the seemly misty dust
stirred by roaming feet
scantily clothed
barely holding on
bemused by this troubling reality
grasping weakly
to her unbroken will
The other held on to fate
even as she alter her faith
squatting with a furrowed face
staring blankly at the beaming sun
regurgitating their last words
visualizing her lost world
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
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
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
Sex Trafficking, It Must Be Stopped!
There are some girls who are brutally betrayed,
Ripped apart from their families who care,
Stolen at knife point, maliciously swayed,
Stolen at night when no one is aware.
Some are promised a life full of laughter,
Jobs in a new world and careers of fame,
Only to find nightmares for long after,
Bondage, torture and such horrible shame.
Some run away from parents in anger,
Thinking they know best for their future path,
Soon to be ensnared, put in great danger,
Sold, beaten, forced to endure cruel wrath.
How can we rescue these priceless pearls?
What can we do for these precious girls?
-written by Kathi Preston
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
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