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The Truth that I Hate
There is a truth that I hate;
There are people who ignore the blatant trafficking.
They are just as evil as the demons
Who try to justify women and children being stolen.
There are two types of evil-doers in this world; the people who forget
And the people who should be blamed for slavery.
Humans have long-suffered from slavery.
It is a fact that compassionate people all hate
And a fact that ignorant people all conveniently forget.
Wouldn’t you think that we all want to end trafficking?
Wouldn’t you think we’d want to end the hell-fire act of people being stolen
By people who are less men than they are demons?
Most never come face to face with the smooth-talking demons
And are blessedly-excused from slavery.
But there are still more who are stolen
By the people that they quickly grow to hate.
They are the victims of trafficking.
They are the victims we forget.
Why is it the victims we forget?
What have the takers done to be pardoned from the title of Demons
And are they not to be blamed for the trafficking?
For the slavery?
It is a fact that I hate. That we all should hate.
And, yet, we all still sit here while men, women, and children are taken. Are stolen.
Men are abducted. Children are taken. Women are stolen.
But we all sit back and we all forget
This abhorrent act that I will everlastingly hate:
The act that is committed by man-faced demons.
There are people in slavery
And we call it ‘trafficking’.
But it’s not a strong enough word – trafficking.
It’s confused with something else; time being taken instead of people being stolen.
Today, we can’t call it slavery
It’s why you all forget
The hellish mess left by sweet-smiling demons.
It’s a truth that we should all hate.
Is this monstrosity something you, too, now hate?
Or do you still excuse the man-made, kind-faced, fire-lying demons?
I dare you to look at the ghosts of the lost souls and forget.

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This poem was inspired by my Creative Writing teacher, my World History teacher, and all of the people who have been forgotten.