What's Best for the FamilyWhat's Best for the FamilyWhat's Best for the Family6 years ago in Human Trafficking Awareness More Like This
The yellow sunrise light soaring over the bleached bones of the Coliseum and the arched churches of Rome (many of the latter built with marble stripped from the former) illuminated recently-washed piazzas and opening trattorias across the city, dancing on the surface of the Tiber and not yet obscured by the smog of early morning traffic. The light reached even the cramped bedroom that Mirela shared with her younger brother Nicu, and for one brief moment the peeling ochre wallpaper shone like cathedral gold. But the glow faded as Mirela's eyes adjusted to the light. Nicu, exhausted from last night's expedition, groaned and rolled over on his pallet, pulling a worn blanket over his head. Mirela smiled at him as she swung out of bed, but her smile vanished when she stepped onto the stone floor--it must have been a damp night, because her knee buckled under her weight when she tried to stand. Biting her tongue so as not to
The Children Aren't PlayingThe Children Aren't Playing7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I found God today
He was sitting on a park bench watching as no children play
On this bright and cheery day.
Asking, Where are they?
I was having mixed emotions; a conflict of what to say
Cant you hear the people when they pray?
Its far too dangerous and too easy to stray.
This world is crumbling down, I told Him
Traffickers want to sell them
Kidnappers want to steal them
Murderers want to slay them
Parents some of them have gone evil
Teachers some of them have gone evil
Priests some of them have gone evil
Wheres the escape?
Walking down the street a little boy gets taken
By a crime he was never taught exists.
They take him and they break him
Use him and abuse him
He gets stuck in this dark abyss
Sitting in her bedroom a little girl gets taken
By a face she was taught to love
He takes her and he breaks her
Use her and abuse her
She is told its something she should never speak of
Trapped and trapped again. Over and
Not for Sale.I'm a human,Not for Sale.6 years ago in Human Trafficking Awareness More Like This
A human just like you.
I need to eat,
I need to drink,
I need to sleep,
I need to have freedom,
just like you.
I have emotions,
I have feelings,
just like you.
I am not something to used,
because I am human,
and I'm not for sale.