It’s easy for us to get “caught up” on our lives
When in the darkness others have no choice
But to sacrifice
Don’t idealize, it’s all compromise, what if we
All stood up together to shut it down, what if
What if those of us, the millions of us that
Stay silent shut it down, is there a way?
How could it happen, it could in time, it could
It’s the underworld where children are treated
Like animals, we live our lives, we do, we don’t
Think about them, but what if there was a way
What evil lives in the hearts of men, what evil
Corruption and greed run rampant in this life
They will find their fate one day in the end
Some are just small children, sold like animals
Treated worse, groomed, trained, and used
Until they die, misery turned to tears,
Their innocence taken, objectified
And here we are worrying about trivial things
In our lives while they are helpless and alone
The hidden sacrifice
Came across some reading material on human trafficking and then this poem emerged. I wanted to cry after reading about it...especially the parts of how children as young as toddlers are being treated, ugh.