![]() TradeA Poem by nyi![]() dedicated to all the victims of human-trafficking![]() For I know not, how they get the gut They color my life with chaos of trouble All I have left is this heap of sorrow They bisects my life till I’m half-dead Ravish me savagely is their favorite task And I cry and cry at night I have no energy left to survive The more I talk, the more I get stalked By the creatures and besides me they walk How could they feast on my precious life? My life is downhill so I try to glide Without pleasure or enthusiasm left to fight My courage has transformed into foam Every time they squeeze it, my heart is blown Nothing has value in this kind of trade Although my soul and body have been raped Nyi ( 16.5.2010 ) © 2010 nyiAuthor's Note
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