Maybe Prostitutes Will Do Poem by Preston Mwiinga

Innocently, the young ones, so vulnerable and tender,
Their purity, stolen, before they could comprehend,
Sex, once a blessing, now a curse, with pain they surrender,
Cries for help silenced, as the darkness descends.

These angelic souls, robbed of their innocence,
Their futures, their hopes, their dreams, all lost,
Their lives, their honor, their potential, all defiance,
To cruelty, to pain, to suffering, they were tossed.

We've failed to protect them, these innocent cherubs,
Their voices unheard, their cries unanswered,
The ones who should've been our pride and our buffs,
Now, they're but shadows, their spirits tarnished.

Oh, how we've wronged them, these defenseless children,
How we've let them down, in their darkest hour,
Our duty was to nurture, to guide and to mend,
But instead, we've given them sorrow and power.

We must change our ways, for the sake of the future,
To teach and to learn, to heal and to grow,
For sex, when shared with love, is a beautiful feature,
But when it's a weapon, it's time to let it go.

Let's stand for the children, protect them from harm,
Guide them with love, and help them to thrive,
For they are our future, our hope, our alarm,
And together, we'll build a world where they can survive.