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 ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
another poem that was simply crying out to be writ... yes.. tis a crying shame, an absolute outrage...
Thanks for the visit and read and your support Neville - -- there is a need to publish an outcry at the growing numbers of abused young in these un-caring times.
until a couple of years ago, I ran a clinic twice weekly for sex workers, the homeless and other de-valued, often misunderstood groups... yes, I'm afraid the world does need to have its eyes pried open.. believe it or not.. I do think poetry can help... N
Yes it is such a shame that this is all too common in this day and age.
Yes, a true write Fay, sadly.
Good write, Fay. It’s a sad state of affairs the trafficking of the young and poor, or families selling them into that life
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