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In the distance—

Far, far away,

These girls are bought—

And sold each day,




Captured so young—

All made into slaves,

They only want—

To dig their graves,




They huddle together—

Spilling their tears,

The men will be—

Their nightmares and fears,




And when they come –

For their treasure,

Wanting one girl—

For a bit of pleasure,




The girls will scream—

Until they know,

They will never stop—

Or let them go,




One will be brave—

And try to run.

They’ll shoot her down—

And she’ll be done,




They rip their clothes—

Beat them blue—

Brake their bones—

If only you knew,




In this world—

Of abuse and rape,

It happens each day,

And they can’t escape…