Poetizing spontaneously without combusting

Caravan to Nowhere

Stop-human-trafficking

Caravan to Nowhere

Once they were through

processing the women

girls no bigger than your thumb

tiny girls looking for work

and a way out

not so smart girls

and brilliant girls

young women

really

but more like

girls

they were put to work

 

They were promised

the big time

the show

how they could

make lots of money

be famous

drink whiskey

and drive

huge automobiles

 

They wanted

that western

fame & fortune

thing

more than they wanted

life

so they were put to work

sacrificing

everything

getting nothing

 

Tthey danced

with the merrymen

sang them songs

and did other things

that were not to their

heart’s delight

nor any other

part of them

 

The freedom

the life

they had before

was no more

there is a difference

between

a hard life

and one

that is cruel

tainted with the taste

of metal

and the feel

of barbwire

 

All because of the

Promise

when they

climbed into that van

scampered on to that boat

leaped into the abyss

of poisoned pledge

of fatuous riches

and private glory

 

They found themselves

puppets of subjugation

slaves of the 21st century

landlocked captivity

without escape

 

 – Bondage

a caravan to nowhere

 

Some say they are gullible

some say they are naïve

whatever they are

they are no more

ground into human

snowflakes

precipitating the heat

that destroys them

dispersed with the wind

they wished

the caravan had wings

 

 

 

© 2011 lgjaffe

One Response to Caravan to Nowhere

  1. David Barnes says:

    Dear Broth’

    yep I’m still alive – worn down but that’s my life (lj)

    Ur still the master of the word my friend– loved these particular lines..

    They found themselves
    puppets of subjugation
    slaves of the 21st century
    landlocked captivity
    without escape

    Brilliant potery –
    I had a small read old friend- as I’m unable ta-sit long at all now.
    I hope all is well with you both, and life is treating you knidly larry – I miss the old days, but then life flows on regardsless of us — “smile.”

    leaving you a URL .. of a review on my last and only book –
    “Prayer’s waiting for God”

    Lary lots ya email – last time I wrote – it came back ..?
    musta changed it – well it’d give you a bit of peace – from all your admirer’s “grin.”

    take care Larry
    peace be with you broth’

    ml David
    db@aceonline.com.au

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