Human Trafficking World
Working as a slave,
Never getting paid,
Force to do work,
Surrounded in a lurk,
While your in danger,
Working for a stranger,
You are locked up in a chain,
Dealing with the pain,
You are beaten until you obey,
And that everything won't be okay,
You try to escape,
But you're stuck like tape,
It's a nightmare,
And you are being scared,
You feel like your dead,
Being all dread,
Held as a slave so long,
Where you don't belong,
Living in a place you think it's hell,
By the decisions you made yourself fell,
They are people who are cruel,
And they just like to rule,
You thought you were loved,
But it disappeared above,
Praying for the heart to fight,
Where there is no light in your sight,
Human trafficking is around the world,
But a lot of people don't spread the word.
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