#plight - Hello Poetry

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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Jan 19

Jan 19, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC

owen-cullimore

Maria

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