Poetry: Girls Of The Third World

Pluck them from their peaceful slumber.
Dreams float in heads that lay in mother’s arms.
Their brothers, gun in hand, tossed into combat.
Shrouds of dust grow from leaden wheels.
Predators escape with their prey locked in jaws.
Vulnerable virgins classified for consumption.
Innocence lost.
Youth abandoned.
One man to twenty men.
Lifetimes lost for brief satisfaction.
Prospects forever stolen.
Their futures,
Absent.

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