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These girls
Young with cute curls
So ignorant
They just can’t
See
How evil works

It doesn’t bypass the chickadee
Why don’t they see?
How dressing up
Can make one be so corrupt
How putting yourself out there
Makes one as vulnerable as white hare

These girls
With their pure white pearls
Leave with out permission
Unaware of the condition
Of other’s ammunition

They get taken
Forsaken
By loved ones
Mistaken
For whores and human sex stores

They pick them up off the street
Offering them a treat
Of freedom
Only to find
That the reason they were so kind
Was not true kindness at all
Something that most appall

Sold off like slaves
And no one will save
A girl that was taken away

Strumpets
It’s not their fault
No one will halt
This traffic mess
No one will confess
That
These men that assault
Suppress
What they do
All their taboo
It is far from untrue
A savior is overdue

Traffic jam
That lies beneath the damned
Human traffic
Horribly graphic
Utterly sick
With all the ties and trick

Make it stop
Make it stop
Posted: 2010-11-05 15:15:00 UTC

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