Traffic

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