(2.31) United Nations Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

Abducted as a young girl
And brought to a strange country
Halfway around this wide world,
You’re here to meet the gentry

Old men who want young action...
You don’t know what you’re in for...
They’ve gathered for your auction,
You’re the virgin that they bid for.

You’ve become a helpless slave
And come to these lawless lands...
You’re only a pretty toy
Who men rule with iron hands

But you age and they bid again,
looking for something younger...
You’re forced to prostitution
To pay for their perverted hunger...

Then the United Nations,
Protecting your Human Rights,
Decides for intervention
And your new owners take flight

But they don’t go very far...
They see opportunity,
For these are well paid soldiers
Who are known to spend freely

So they gather together,
Putting their slaves on the street,
Putting women in brothels...
It’s a new market for their meat!


There can be no protection
From the United Nations
Whose soldiers give you infections
And want only satisfaction

Unknowing, perhaps, that you
Are someones’unwilling slave,
Forced to work the streets, it’s true,
As many before you have...

Your master wants their money
And knows just how to get it
Women are a commodity
And soldiers inflate the market...