Fay Slimm.

FORSAKEN.

 

 

Forsaken.

 

They pass unnoticed in shopping crowds,
the black-penciled eyes of
young beggar girls.

 

Treading cement dust they strut, mouths
painted in innocence but
desperate to learn.

 

Presenting bodies not yet mature, how
tragic the flesh-trade, making
whores of the poor.

 

Those maidens exposed to de-flowering
expect no fearless passage to
unfettered futures.

 

When will this cruel insane world meet
the needs of these forsaken children ?