One of the most despicable practices in the world is the trafficking of innocent children for sexual and profitable slavery. I continue to advocate against it in any way I can.
To those who linger in the border-towns,
In search of the pleaser who hasn’t a name,
Remember well,
You grope the darkness of another world;
Try not to lose the means by which you came.
The horror houses, in the gloomy light,
Inveigle the monsters that litter the street.
Within the walls,
The victims cringe, resigning to the thought
That they are nothing more than tendered meat.
Around the corners, in the filthy rooms,
The odor of lust and the whimpers of pain,
The monsters come
And trample the castles of sand and hope,
Veiled in the white noise of panting and rain.
No need for shadows to obscure the moon,
The darkness is deeper in pillows of tears.
The monsters go,
As if retreating from the light of day.
Children close their eyes to hide from their fears.
r. nuñez, 7/2012
About the Creator
r. nuñez
I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Fiction
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