Stolen Babies In The Black Market Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

Homeless mothers on the streets

Wake up and find their babies gone

Gone from their sight, lost from the

Cupboard boxes or hard cloths they

Lie on as bed mats under the open sky.



Who steal babies from the arms

of these crying, homeless mothers,

who lose their own children -

their remaining treasures in life?

Who steal babies and sell them

to the highest bidder for 400 dollars?



Oh, humanity, dear humanity,

What have you become

trafficking and selling stolen babies

as mere commodities

in the Black Market -

dehumanizing our little ones?

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After watching the BBC documentary

On stolen babies in Kenya, Nov.16,2020.