Human Trafficking Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Bundles of innocent life
Human flesh as merchandise
Stacked together in cold metallic containers
Their roots uprooted by sharp cold hands
Their destination unknown
Horrible acts of pure injustice
Perpetuated in the name of profit

Caskets of broken spirits
Hauled over black unmarked routes
Through the dark alleys
In a cold inhospitable manner
On the way to the black market
Where human being are chained to a price

Exchange rates muffled
Human beings are disposed
To the highest bidder
In this court of injustice
There is no mercy
Young and old
Recklessly sold
To a cold blooded animal