Trafficked memories

An ode to victims of human trafficking. 💔 (open to suggestions for the title)

Begin now sad tale of bondage,
Tormenting deeds baffle the mind,
A pain we could scarce envisage,
And rescued not for acts of kind.

Still some of them rescued are not,
Condemned to live in life of hell,
But their stories ne'er forgot
Stories of how these people fell.

Not just women but children too,
How evil truly man can be,
Stolen away to lands a new,
To often real this tale we see.

For of the ones that do return,
A life of panic, shivers, shakes.
For in their mind horrors still burn,
And for sleep good not terrors make.

Of the ones who return do not,
The woes that come with thoughts of them,
Greater horrors still they begot,
Eternal in memoriam.

Author's Note

In honor of it being National Human Trafficking Prevention Month I wrote this poem this morning. I apologize if I offend or miss the mark.

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

Heavy! Wonder what Robert Browning would think? He was known to write politically on his time.
Sure knocked the pins out from under me! Powerful stuff.