I’m not for sale

A militia stampedes through dirt roads

Searching for beautiful young victims to mistreat

Ambushed and beaten senseless for resisting

One girl ran off so they had to end her existence!

Trafficking moving one way and that was west

Where the best whores exploit their bodies for the riches

Invading every section

Collapsing to their knees, crying and begging in agony

Dirt, blood, and sweat covers their caramel complexion

Not daring to stare in the eyes of their captures or ask questions

Blood shot eyes begging to the heavens to send a divine intervention

But nothing happens so now they’re moving in a direction of oppression

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