Trafficked

No visible scars

For the pain so endured.

A man stripped of life;

Left with anger, despair.

Dignity eroded –

Self-esteem acid washed;

A legacy of filth;

Mind and body diseased.

 

Courage, such courage

Is humbling indeed.

For just to witness this story

(Of revulsion, of greed)

Leaves one indelibly etched

Wincing with the pain

Of a young man

Brutalised, tortured, tormented, beshamed.

 

Yet with rage has come fight

And with Faith, has come hope

For others to be saved

From this fate – worse than death.

To listen; not act

Just adds to his cost!

For all who hear must seek justice

For the trafficked and lost.

 

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About Stephen Kemp (The Poet Tree)

Jack of all-trades - master of none...but working on it
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