Theological Reflection
Human Traffic
And living death becomes death
in a life worth more to the capitalist buyer
than ever realised by the bought
(who should have known better
than believe in her naivety
that her life was more precious
than rubies)
(that's what they told her -
father, mother, brother
and sister.... before she went...)
and where did she go?
Just another sister clone
Surround her with a hive of drones
Enough to spare for commercial sex
And "understanding" wives at home
Or a stag night brawl
her body the football
Prized for the game then
when burst - damaged -
placed respectfully into a skip
Or thrown into a bush in the park
to rot - bones bleach -
with dirty mags
Exposed to sun and....
You could say
"don't bother praying.
This is hell."
where Jesus went then?
Calling followers to follow -
where one becomes the way
Hey!
But I'm upset
I'm sure it soon will pass
And I'll return
to a commercial world
And all that means
(Including Tits and Ass
and pretty things unbidden
flitting across the
many screens
Of my life)
(Whispy chicks pursued
by men pursuing harder Dicks
men who left their hearts behind
and in the chase
shut doors
on intellect and grace)
Oh God that I were not man-kind
of whom, I'm told,
one in ten "explore" commercial sex.
Other say more -
thirty percent see a "whore"
But of the so-called "whore" I will not speak
Unless to say this
The flow of traffic round her bed
men becoming little traffickers
never asking
never knowing
victim's blood
(dark red)
stains men
commercial living dead.
If someone is caught kidnapping one of their fellows, and treats them as a slave or sells them, the kidnapper must die. You must purge the evil from amongst you. (Deuteronomy 24.7)
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