Forsaken.
They pass unnoticed in café crowds,
the black-penciled eyes of
pre-teen beggar girls.
Treading cement dust they strut, mouths
painted in innocence but out
adult ways to learn.
Flaunting bodies not yet mature, how
tragic the flesh-trade making
young whores of the poor.
Such maidens exposed to de-flowering
expect no fearless passage
to painless futures.
When will this cruel insane world yield
to the needs of these forsaken children ?
- Author: Fay Slimm. ( Offline)
- Published: February 27th, 2017 08:53
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 51
Comments7
Topical and so worrying - and so well expressed.
A tragic subject matter. Great to shine a light on it Fay!
Good write Fay. Ccooee. heehee.
Two things are very sad FAY ~ ONE that these babes are driven to this by Poverty and Pimps ~ TWO that Men (often with daughters of their own) abuse them (very much) and pay them (very little). Thanks for caring ~ Yours B
Like drugs the monetary reward for the industry is incredibly rich. These young women are slaves. Like the drug cartel mafia chiefs the heads are hard to find as all the little,guys take the risk. I believe they come into the states by the plane loads. We do need more awareness.
Poverty provokes thought and brings sorrow in mind and spirit. We fear for their future and think much more in worries. When will this cruel insane world yield to the needs of these forsaken children ? Question asked in last stanza fills mind of a reader in deep thought. No fearless pages to painless future we witness in such condition. Poverty takes these children in to tragic path. This is brought up wonderfully and people across this world should get awareness to save children and their futures with proper knowledge. An Amazing poem this is.
this needed to be writ Fay and I am so glad you writ it .... N
Bless you - - I thought when you read it you would feel like you do........... Fay
still do....
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