Maria is from Croatia a far distant place
How she arrived here is such a disgrace
Dragged away from her family at only eighteen
With a promise of a life she had never seen
Coming to a position that would pay well
And keep her in clothes and send money home as well
So as to help her parents who were quite poor
And the money she would send would help them more
Put on a plane and arrived in the dark
Taken to a house that was quite stark
***** and abused by many men
Never thought she would see home again
Made to work as a ********** twenty-four seven
In dark and dingy rooms taking money she was given
Many a beating she had to take
Otherwise, her body would end up in a lake
Her body now battered her private parts torn
No longer had need of the dress she had worn
So often used didn’t know the time of day
I wish I were dead was all she would say
Sold on three times for a few thousand pounds
To further deprivation as bad as it sounds
The treatment the same, more **** more abuse
Forced to work in massage parlour's, what was the use
Frightened and lonely and at her wits end
She was lucky that one client became her friend
He arranged her escape, helped her to flee
But she still never knew how safe she would be
He got her to a safe house, many miles away
Now hounded by police who wanted help in any way
To stop those responsible, close their evil trade down
And make the streets safe in the city and town
Maria was lucky in the end she was saved
But would always be wary, alone and afraid
She could no longer trust anyone she would ever meet
Always apprehensive when out in the street
The Rapes and the Beatings her body abused
Deeply disturbed though not alone still confused
How anyone can survive such a horrific ordeal
The pain and the suffering is hard to conceal
She grew up as a young girl full of laughter and fun
Despite being poor, her life had begun
So these promises of a better life were welcome for sure
To help her poor parents, to give them more
Her illusions shattered, what’s left for her now?
She has to learn to cope with the pain somehow
But someday she will meet that special man
Who will truly love her and help her all he can
Not all men are as evil as those who abused
Her trust and naivety for which she was used
What hurts her most is her inner feeling,
Her body’s no longer her own, it will take time healing
The thought of someone being sold, used and abused
Is against all humanity, leaves one aghast and confused
How could countries let this happen, why no deterrent
The anger it raises, makes one incoherent
Something must be done to stop this evil trade
So people must be made aware, not kept in the shade
Maria had rights, which were just ripped away
But at least with help she lives to fight another day
So don’t bury your head in the sand
Raise up your voice and give Maria a hand
To raise awareness of this evil trade
Of selling young girl’s bodies and the money that’s made
No thought for the minds and souls that have been taken
Leaving bodies mangled, abused minds disturbed and shaken
Just remember it could be your very own daughter
So don’t wash it under the bridge of life, just like flowing water
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
Maria is from Croatia a far distant place
How she arrived here is such a disgrace
Dragged away from her family at only eighteen
With a promise of a life she had never seen
Coming to a position that would pay well
And keep her in clothes and send money home as well
So as to help her parents who were quite poor
And the money she would send would help them more
Put on a plane and arrived in the dark
Taken to a house that was quite stark
***** and abused by many men
Never thought she would see home again
Made to work as a ********** twenty-four seven
In dark and dingy rooms taking money she was given
Many a beating she had to take
Otherwise, her body would end up in a lake
Her body now battered her private parts torn
No longer had need of the dress she had worn
So often used didn’t know the time of day
I wish I were dead was all she would say
Sold on three times for a few thousand pounds
To further deprivation as bad as it sounds
The treatment the same, more **** more abuse
Forced to work in massage parlour's, what was the use
Frightened and lonely and at her wits end
She was lucky that one client became her friend
He arranged her escape, helped her to flee
But she still never knew how safe she would be
He got her to a safe house, many miles away
Now hounded by police who wanted help in any way
To stop those responsible, close their evil trade down
And make the streets safe in the city and town
Maria was lucky in the end she was saved
But would always be wary, alone and afraid
She could no longer trust anyone she would ever meet
Always apprehensive when out in the street
The Rapes and the Beatings her body abused
Deeply disturbed though not alone still confused
How anyone can survive such a horrific ordeal
The pain and the suffering is hard to conceal
She grew up as a young girl full of laughter and fun
Despite being poor, her life had begun
So these promises of a better life were welcome for sure
To help her poor parents, to give them more
Her illusions shattered, what’s left for her now?
She has to learn to cope with the pain somehow
But someday she will meet that special man
Who will truly love her and help her all he can
Not all men are as evil as those who abused
Her trust and naivety for which she was used
What hurts her most is her inner feeling,
Her body’s no longer her own, it will take time healing
The thought of someone being sold, used and abused
Is against all humanity, leaves one aghast and confused
How could countries let this happen, why no deterrent
The anger it raises, makes one incoherent
Something must be done to stop this evil trade
So people must be made aware, not kept in the shade
Maria had rights, which were just ripped away
But at least with help she lives to fight another day
So don’t bury your head in the sand
Raise up your voice and give Maria a hand
To raise awareness of this evil trade
Of selling young girl’s bodies and the money that’s made
No thought for the minds and souls that have been taken
Leaving bodies mangled, abused minds disturbed and shaken
Just remember it could be your very own daughter
So don’t wash it under the bridge of life, just like flowing water
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