Watching the scene,

Mouth, agape,

Fleet of ships full of birds–  

who were strangled young girls

all afraid,

their heads dare not to turn

and their eyes were all ahead

Volume of sounds were high enough

to hear the girls’ voice and cry

It was an absolute human crime

The doors were double-locked

The girls were all deep inside

disappointed,

worried,

and anxious but

they didn’t know

what the hell was going on!

It was not drug trafficking

rather, it was human one

it was trafficking human life– 

a grave violation of human right

Hundreds of girls fell in the hands

of traffickers–

the brutal ones

NOTOC is doing a lot but

the girls are easily carried in a bunch

Padded cells, the place for some

when they find out they’re sluts

Rules and regulations are all blind

to these girls who are young

carried by ships slyly at night

No one is aware of their petty lives

They’re given to the wealthy unknown–

living in the houses of sandstone

They are then raped by them

Entering new life to gain

some food, clothes or similar pay

Police is giving smug expressions

that they have caught from different nations

Press also prints its smug

But it’s totally faked smug

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He was still standing there–

listening to cries, seeing the girls

He was ashamed of humanity

while the ships and girls sailed away

Courtesy of Google pictures

From my second collection Out Inside (in press).  Austin Macauley Publishers