The Slavetrader's Demise

I won't accept, I can't endure

the hopelessness, the greed for more

whore-like children hawked off as slaves

to spineless men, satisfying their craves.

Why are we silent, turning away

from sights so despicable, where grown men pay

to have sex with a hostage, perverse and extreme

- we shut off our ears, willing her not to scream.

Why are your hands not raised in fury?

Where are the defendants to plead with the jury?

Where are your feet marching in protest,

Demonstrating your hatred for a thing so grotesque?

As they've been castrated, stripped of all rights

- deaf, dumb and blind are our toys of the nights,

then must we be their voices, their hands feet and eyes

Please join us in causing the slavetrader's demise.

   Carole Stolz © 2020