Trafficking
We thought this was over,
but the slavers are busy again.
An agency in Budapest organizes Tours Paprikas to test the waters of Asia,
when what they mean is test the children, boys and girls, a pedophile’s holiday,
complete with exotic spices and a side trip to dive for pearls in the Indian Ocean.
We thought it was over,
but the slavers are busy, busy again.
A truck load of young Ukrainian women promised jobs, high hopes, learn a trade,
make some money, find a husband, but just like in the old days when women
were stolen for the bawdy houses of Kansas City and Johannesburg, it’s all back!
We thought it over,
but the slavers never sleep.
You can buy children like meat from Africa, Asia, Europe, Latin America, no auction
block, it’s all in whispers and the internet, the global market leaps back a century
or two, slaves, meat, beatings, this is WW III, the poor are scraps of war.
Ai! We thought those days were finished,
but the slavers, the scavengers of human life are back.
In Havana the taxi driver waves to the girls by the side of the road. He can tell you
the price if you’re interested. Anything you want, it’s the market he says, just like
the old days. Aren’t you proud, Mrs.Thatcher, There is no alternative, you said.
Ah, so proud! The bad Communists drove out the rackets,
but they’re coming back, aren’t you proud --
So here’s your invitation to the new war on slavery:
No more wars that destroy the fabric of life;
No more cruel poverty that forces children into the street;
With peace, justice and right livelihood, we can end the trafficking --
We must bury the chains, once and for all. |