Wake Up

Screams of anguish for none to hear…

Taken from life itself, and enslaved to Death and Fear…

Beaten, battered, bruised beyond recognition…

Coked up, and doped up, and put in various sex positions…

Within arm’s reach are people who to claim to be 007 agents,

But march to a lazy cadence, and do not go on missions…

Placed in slutty attire, and told they are absolutely nothing!!

Sold to the highest buyer, who only wants them for their V thing…

12 year old girls being prostituted and violated with the casualty of changing channels…

Then when they are dried up from overuse, tossed out like wet tissue…

Their screams of agony pierce the atmosphere, but the dry skinned pretend that there is no storm that has brewed…

The untouched, and unafflicted offer a wrinkled face as their only condolence…

Minds pre-occupied with “real things” as opposed to injecting hope into the hopeless…

The stars weep, and the moon and sun shudder at the atrocities…

God Himself looks at His own people questioning “How have thee strayed so far away from my heartbeat?”

Gagged, kidnapped, and sliced up…

Organs sold on the black market for high prices…

And it’s called the black market, but the darker one is the black hearted

Who consumes endlessly, swallowed up by assumed comfort.

The screams pierce the night…

Fresh air is contaminated by their fright…

But we just roll over in our beds…

Plan our glorious lives instead…

When it could just as easily be our mother, sister, daughter, cousin… on the merciless end of a penis tonight.

 

 

 

~The Wordsmith

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