A king with a throne told me I’m home
This castle I’m in, holds no fairytale but grim
A lamb to their slaughter, I was once a daughter
Now a stranger to many, for a pretty penny
Pull at my string and this puppet shall sing
For this routine avoids their guillotine
Life before this now feels cruel to of exist
Settlings of dust my only celebrated plus
Another treasure in their chest, continually taken is my best
hoping for a savior, will have death see me favor
For their iron has branded me, much too thickly
The girl here before, lies under this floor
numbing by the day, with each pretty penny they pay
A king with a throne told me I’m home
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about girls who have been sold for sex trafficking.
- Category: Sad
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I'm immediately reminded of the Liam Neeson movie "Taken" . Well written. ; )
Hello again! Do you know, during the time I wrote this that film did not cross my mind, strange as re-reading it now, I feel it fits the picture perfectly. Thank you for reading and commenting!
Very emotional movie as is your poem. You did a great job of it.
Another unspeakable issue which MUST be spoken about, Cat.
A skilled piece from a practiced poet - so please don't try to claim beginners status. 😊
Hi again! Thank you for reading another piece of mine. I would love to think myself a practiced poet, it is warming to hear you think so! Thank you for your kind words.
'A lamb to their slaughter, I was once a daughter
Now a stranger to many, for a pretty penny
Pull at my string and this puppet shall sing
For this routine avoids their guillotine'..
genuinely, this brought tears to my eyes
because in your poignant choice, to word it so light
somewhat breezy and sing-song - in tonality
you've: hammered home!
just how blatantly
this vile practise, is allowed
to continue...
surely, above all else
after a century
of so-called woman's progression, in society
that every, political leader
doesn't treat this plague
as a fundamental anchoring policy
to centre their campaigns on, is a screaming
cry of the hypocritical absurdity
that is our collective: modernity...
what a write!
how harrowing, sobering and infuriatingly
penetrative: a subject/ a topic
how justly and with refined dignity
you've worded your battle cry:
so heartachingly Poetic!
a privilege to read your words, dear Poet
humbly, I thank you
Thank you so much for the feedback on my poem! It means a lot to me that you have thoroughly connected with the words I wrote. When writing this poem "A lamb to their slaughter, I was once a daughter" was the first line I wrote for it and it was centered around that. My favorite line is the routine/guillotine, I think it cements home the intensity, of the situation.
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