The world, including Christianity, has been writing and working a lot lately on the subject of Human Trafficking. One organization I follow that works in this area is Exodus Cry out of Mike Bickle’s IHOP organization.
My daughter wrote a poem about the subject that I wanted to share with you today in our weekly email.
I am a Victim by Abigail Cooper
The Rocking and pounding of the ship,
Is nothing compared to my heart,
For I know, once this ship stops moving
So will my soul
Because I am a slave,
On my way to my doom,
But I am not the slave
Of which you read about in your history books,
I am a modern girl, born of the suburbs,
My hands are not yet calloused by hard work,
Although they soon will be
My body is not yet tormented by my master
Although it soon will be
Because I am a victim of human trafficking
I was tricked into “love”
By a man ten years my senior
He did not care for
Only my worth.
My life meant nothing to this monster
He lied and schemed
And now my life is done
I will never be rescued,
For no one knows where I am
I ran away with the monster
So they consider me stupid but safe
Do not be a fool
Tell someone the truth
So that you will not also become
Of human trafficking.