A poem about human trafficking by Clio Clay.
Never a tear that cascades down the face of the innocent that is seen by the country who claims to protect them .
Never the sound of a tortured cry let out to the beating of a whip that is heard by the ones who can save them
Never an ounce of guilt that is shed by the ones who sell human beings for profit
Never a women forced to have sex with a stranger who was saved by the country that harbors her .
Never a child that was spared from the tyranny of hardship and labor and allowed to lead a better life
Never a law made by a government that could stop those who seek to break it
Will there always be a society that's deaf to the call of those who cry for help
Will the land of the free and the home of the brave be nothing more than a slogan