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Hurt In Traffick

May 17, 2012
By TheAurorasFall PLATINUM, Dover, Pennsylvania
TheAurorasFall PLATINUM, Dover, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
life isn't about the number of moments you take to breathe, but about the number of moments that take your breathe away.


When stories hurdle past your eyes
And make you stay up half the night
When few are known to sympathize
“Surely this cannot be right?”

Trading to fulfill heartless greed
And maybe turn some profit
Bystanders wanting these slaves freed
But what are they doing to stop it?

They’re hurting these people just for the money
But really, what are they earning?
If slave’s hearts could talk they’d say, “let me be,
My soul is a fire that’s still burning.”

They’ve been taunted, influenced, not for the best
Their ideas of good have been twisted
Soon they’re replaced, thrown out like the rest
With no record that they ever existed

Terrorized to death by those pursuing
Addicted to drugs, forced to take
Tears stripe their cheeks, no thought of refusing
Praying from this nightmare, they wake

Though you may think this isn’t your problem
You’re young or you’re old, but you’re free
They too are loved, we need to help them
We should think; “Wait, what if that’s me?”

If we wanted to help, we’d hold out our hearts
And give them reasons to sing
We’d give other ways for the victims to part
From the idea of ever returning


The author's comments:
This was a current events poem I wrote about human trafficking.

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