Human Trafficking

Stop Human Trafficking!

Stop human trafficking now,


Don’t say how,


Just do it immediately,


For the sake of humanity.


 

They don’t have right to have fun,


With the lives of each innocent one,


Humans they are, made of flesh and blood,


Don’t crush them like the tiny bud!


 

Stop playing with their dreams,


Stop playing with their dreams.

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8 POEMS

-saiom shriver-



UNIVERSAL WE

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The universal
all-including we
encompasses thee,
circumscribes me

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ANOREXIA CURE

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She said she was
able to conquer
anorexia by
focusing on food
as fuel.

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UNSUBTLE

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The woman would
go to AA meetings
and describe
how alcohol made her
more promiscuous.
She always wore
a “Rent Me” tshirt.

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THIRD EAR

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God
caused me as I awoke
to hear
in my third ear
“Not in the morning
(mourning) pond does
the lion wash his blood.”

1. ‘The Lion of Judah
is Jesus’ interpreted one friend.
2. Jean said that the lion
does his killing at night.
3. If the evening pond is older
than the morning pond, a
lion chooses an older partner
who heals him.
4.
In the evening the lion
does not see his blood
… his sin… the pink suntinted
waters reflect only his
perfection.

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BREAKING THROUGH MATRIX

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A woman trying to disentangle
herself from a relationship
with her serially unfaithful
and frequently
violent husband of whom she
was afraid… heard in her third
ear
“As much as possible sleep
under the midnight sky.”

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HIGHER MAGNETISM

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Tom met a woman… and
told her she was dating 2 men
and that she was more
sexually attracted to the
shorter man. Then he asked
her which of the two would
be a better father for her
children. She chose the taller
man.

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TRAFFICKING

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All human trafficking is
heinous… from child prostitution
and child labor to kidnappings
of adults… drafting them into
armies, chaining them
in brothels, enslaving
them as domestics.

Trafficking in trillions
of animals to EAT them
does not receive as
much attention.

Human and animal trafficking
are combined in many of the world’s
fishing corporations.

Eating fishes is not only
playing Russian roulette with
ones health and causing
suffocation agony to fishes
but is a factor in human slavery
as well.

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HUMAN TRAFFICKING

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THAI CHILD PROSTITUTION AND
FISHING INDUSTRY KIDNAPPING

Thailand is a gentle country..
which has banned logging to
save its forests
and which is permeated by the nonviolent
vibrations of Buddhism. But its dark
side includes being a worldwide
center of child kidnapping and
prostitution, as well as tolerating
kidnapping and forced labor in its
fishing industries.

WAR

In every military there are men
separated from their wives who
seek sexual outlet with prostitution,
destroying families and spreading STD’s.
The soldiers of the world are a factor
in human trafficking.

 

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Child Hood

Tremulous, walking in obscurity,

With shadowy conviction,

Living in a constantly approaching vertex,

Every person a pinnacle of dread,

Every encounter a crime on her being,

Hearing as if deaf, and identity robbed,

An empty shell now adorned in an imaginary,

Opalescent cloak of protection,

In a fantasy of barren survival,

Hiding in the crevices of her mind,

And yet grappling for some sliver of her identity,

The defenses crippled,

Concealed for the sake of conceived unworthiness,

Coveted beneath layers and weeks of schemes,

Lost and forgotten the tender and soothing

Consolation of childish dreams,

Submitting to nakedness,

Yet held at gunpoint by drooling and hungry wolves

For the flesh of a child,

Stripped of all that was once sacred and undefiled,

With such utter rejection and scoff,

Scoundrels from hell feasting upon young supple breasts,

Blindfolded child,

Acquiescence to excecation,

And praying for the end,

Listening to the sound of the shutter on the camera,

As each one takes a turn,

While the other secures the barrel tighty to her temple,

Wondering, running away into the darkness of her mind,

Hoping to live through it,

Trying to make sense of their thrill,

Wondering, why she's not crying,

Yes, trying to make sense of their thrill.

 

Later in the week,

Urinated on for twenty dollars.

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