Just Turned 13

It’s the holiday season, we feel generous
Take two for the price of one
Get your money’s worth, come in, see it all for yourself
No lies, no tricks, no gimmicks, simple truth
No coupons please, we don’t take credit cards
No checks of any kind, personal or certified
Pay cash for the goods, we accept new and old bills
From any country, but US dollars we’ve always preferred

We welcome you with open arms, we’ll take care of you
Just follow me through the dark alleys, pass through shrieking halls
Into the world of your fantasy
The perfect angel awaits, bed is made with satin silks
Topped with fresh rose petals
As fresh as the one on your bed waiting just for you

Can’t wait for such a beautiful place
To have such great time, in a country that’s not mine
For in my country I’m a respected doctor
Well I’m a successful lawyer
Showing a picture of their family, a beautiful wife, a player son and
A tender little girl just turned 13, she’s my baby
Oh my room is here, see you later buddy have fun, so do you
The first one, said his goodbye and went right in
The second one walks two steps further, enters his fantasy room.

The eyes are popped out
Heart beating faster by the minute, ready to pounce at
A sweet little girl, just turned thirteen
It's her birthday, no birthday cake
No candles to blow to make a wish, not even one
But sure got her gift, huge ready to be unwrapped immediately
A big fat ugly man, her unimaginable, unwanted gift, her eyes are popped out too
But with the fear of pain he is about to inflict
Feeble voice, jumped scared, back into the corner
Towards the brick wall, her escape ends here
Trembling like a leaf dangling off the branch, now it falls, now it falls
Yes it did, for she’s now torn apart into pieces
She yelps, mouth covered tight, her body spattered with dirt
She’s slapped left and right, for she tries to fight
Finally she surrenders for he’s big, he gets his way, like always
He’s tired takes a break while the little bud is crushed to the ground
He then pounces back, doing it again and again and yet again
Until the break of next dawn, when he leaves, wearing his mask for the world
Only to sneak back at shrieking night, to crush another rose
With his masculinity while he enjoys his holiday
In a country that is not his, it is mine or is it mine?

This is just one form of cruelty, yet another one is child slavery
Now close your eyes, let the be nothing but silence, all you hear is feeble voice of kids
See little bare feet, bones popping out of the skin
Bruised, clotted blood on hands, dry chapped lips, in every season
Cold harsh winters, under burning sun, shaking wet in the rain
Starting early, at the first break of the dawn
Ready to go for rich owner of the plantation
For they belong to them from the day one
When the man emancipated his rush into his woman, gave birth to an unwanted son
The roof on the head is torn, bed is made of filth and stones
Go back to sleep, few hours, until the next morning comes sooner than soon
Tossing and turning, eyes blinking, sleep like a baby
But, wait, it is a little baby, only grown up when born
Never learnt, never knew there are words in the dictionary
Spelled out, like child, kid, children
Never went to school, don’t know what are books
Or something called a pencil or a pen
No lullabies, no parents to sing to them
Hug them, make them feel safe, secured, they are all alone
In midst of dark lonely viciously unkind nights
And, daylight that’s just as horrifying, even more so than night
Only 2 hours left, still have not slept a wink
For the stomach is growling, it has not been fed
Not just tonight, but has been countless days and nights

No angels to protect, no demon to take them under his wing
Even our old pal, death, is terrified to death, to come in close proximity
Some how yet another night passed
Bringing it with the darkness of next bright morning, sunshine
The people, who gave birth, are back in the den
And, now it’s their turn again
It’s the set and diligently followed daily routine

Further down, just a mile away, the children in the den
Two little girls are being sold to first buyer walking in, first come first basis
Doesn't have to be filthy rich, just filthy with few pennies
For that is all they are worth to ones who gave birth
The one adjacent to this one
The kids get to stay with mom and dad, luck dogs
Only because the dad needs his bottle of liquor first
And then pay for his drugs, with the little pay his child gets
Mother is frustrated, takes her anger out
Beats the kid till he’s dead, almost dead, thinking it would be better, if was never born
He’s beaten, he’s weak, he’s cursed and crushed and not fed
But still goes into the fields for his daily chores, that never ends
All these kids meet on the fields, sometimes even shot by news crew
Then, the news is flashed all over the world
Day in and day out, we all see it with blind eyes
We all hear it with ignoring ears
Say few cursing words, get mad, sometimes go an extra mile
Send a check for 5 bucks, feeling proud
Then at the end of the year, submit it for tax relief

Wow we do a lot! We sure deserve a medal for our efforts, so to speak
Don’t worry, I’m one of these
I’m not disgusted on others, its me I’m trying to reach
Wake up and see it all with open eyes
Hear their little ignored cries
It’s not these little things help don’t mean a thing, they sure do
I guess I’m just frustrated for I’m not able to do much more
There’s a whole lot to do, a whole lot to be stopped
These are an age-old issues, only the wrapping changes
The child abuse in the worst form, is yet to be seen, so it seems
For it gets worse by the minute, listen and see in every daily news
Aggravated, livid, and have even cried, for we have all these luxuries
Imagine, these little flowers, crushed, stolen away their innocence
Their sweet fragrance, use them and then throw away like debris
Only to pick other new buds to ruin, before they bloom.
I can’t even imagine, can you???
While you decide, stay tuned for the next one in the news!!!