The Underbelly Tragedy

Paula Louise Shene

Twenty-five or was it thirty?  Only,

Heaven knows how long ago the lonely

Ending of this young child’s life

 

Underwent the horrors of heroin’s strife

Needed to perform her duties as sex toy

Done by Johns sucking away a child’s joy

Everyone in the underbelly night time

Rested on anonymity while her teachers’ crime

Became their ignoring the marked countenance greeted

Evident yearly seen of sweet to depressed to defeated

Lust by others led her into an early grave to go back to 

Love that welcomed her home for walking a path’s hue

Yielding laws to protect, but unless aware, millions grope

     

Treading the same lonely paths of horror daily without joy or hope

Rescue never in sight with treats of violence to their kind

Again and again, physically but most outrageous harm to mind 

Groaning for succor, praying for society to awaken. aware

Ending their plight of slavery given lip service but few care

YOU, who read to the end, please help end their pleas of nightmare. 

 

(USA, 9/12/2020)

 

Note: This is the story of one young girl put into service on the streets of one of the major cities at the age of seven and given an overdose to kill her at age thirteen deemed too old to service the perversions of her Johns. We mourn for her and for all those who still are in this living hell of carnage we as a society turn a deaf ear and a blind eye. We have laws to stop. Let’s start using them instead of bowing to the depraved.