My Poetry. Human Trafficking.

"Everything paid for, and more—
From poverty to a good life.
You will want for nothing,"
"You can also bring your wife!"

Crushed in pokey vans,
With little or no air,
Driven to tiny squats—
No one will even care.

Uneducated young children
Brought to a strange place;
Who will ever miss them?
Kids fallen from grace.

Used for cheap labour
For companies who don't ask why;
Groomed for prostitution,
No protection will apply.

What are the Government doing
To end this illegal act?
They never went through immigration,
With no dignity intact.

Thousands of people kidnapped,
Expecting a life so good;
The choice of accommodation,
The promise of substantial food.

The horror of this act
Is aired in the public voice,
But still, it always happens—
Sometimes with no choice.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025