No one really knows that from the fires of hell they rose
They were beaten, torn, and battered and revenge was all that mattered
Abused from childhood to their teens, no compassion was ever seen,
They were just a piece of meat to be trampled beneath their feet.
Why is there still human trafficking and child abuse in this world
Affecting every woman boy and girl.
Now they raise their voices for all to hear that they cannot continue to live in fear.
It's not just men now who are the abusers - it's women also who are the users.
The abuse usually begins at home when left with an adult all alone.
They are told that this is the "norm "and this will make them big and strong.
The good at heart must lead this fight to bring this problem to the light.
© L. RAMS 031622
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