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Trafficking.

A hundred million dreams for sale,
eyes bleeding tears of silent pain
and hands wanting for love stolen.
They whisper with deafening hush.

Imprisonment marks emotion vain;
A hundred million dreams for sale,
their tears valueless, their bodies worn.
Souls tainted with unvalued life.

Dull hush becomes a dead silence.
Quiescence of child prostitution,
a hundred million dreams for sale,
or even of cold injustice.

Eyes turned blind to cruel abduction,
countless faces blurred by secrets.
Unknown identities vanished.
A hundred million dreams for sale.

Fallacy becomes unveiled truth,
shedding grace upon the shackled.
Life's value is questioned of humanity.





Author notes

I have no clue. Lol.

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  • aslanlight
    October 28, 2007

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    Your poem is harrowing and eye opening but you write about the absence of peace without a solution to universal peace. Perhaps you're pointing out that is things like this were abolished we'd have peace but you don't say that. Nevertheless a poem worth writing and reading.

    Peace Georgia


  • Never Fall in Love
    October 18, 2007

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    hmm ... this has some characteristics of a quatern [a form] and so it's quite interesting. the "A hundred million dreams for sale" has that same pattern in a quatern except for your last verse down there and probably a syllable count.

    I liked this poem very much - it flowed exceptionally well for me. The repetition of that one phtase wasn't as disturbing as I expected it to be - in fact, it fitted in the poem almost perfectly.


    Good Luck in the contest and thank you for entering
    Never ♥


  • iamthebeatles
    October 8, 2007

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    Awsome poem you have written here. I like how the sale lines moves and finallly disapears in the end. Did tyou invent this form? If you may I ask permission to use it for a poem of mine?
    *peace*


  • Griswold
    October 6, 2007

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    Very nicely written, 122 words though. This contest states 100 words no more no less in the rules, This cannot be a contender for the trophy's unless 100 words. I will not remove this poem because it's a great voice to hear...Scott


  • Viyanna Rosemarie silver member
    October 3, 2007

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    thank you for sharing your talent with me through this wonderful write. i wish you well in the contest that we both have entered. i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie


  • ronnica
    October 2, 2007

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    I liked the form and it flowed nicely and with a good title and in particular I liked stanza five. well done.


  • koolaid
    October 2, 2007
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    so how you doin'?

    did you think of muffin when you wrote this? jk lol
    outstanding write gorgeous


  • freebird88
    October 1, 2007

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    I loved this poem. The flow was smooth and easily read. The imagery was intense, and saddening. I love how in your notes you said you had 'no clue', obviously that works well for you! This was absolutely amazing, and I think when you don't know where thoughts came form they are phenomenally expressed! BEAUTIFUL PIECE!

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