Child Trafficking: Young plant that grows from the wild
By Azeez Surajudeen Olatunde
Young plant that grows from the wild
Competing with the established ones for survival
Since education has been identified as the best legacy,
It has become the only picture on my flag
We are no more in the era where it is free
Working hard to get the bricks to build the plan with,
I succumb to slavery of phototropism
Hoping that it won’t tarnish my dignitary
Oh the wicked storm!
That blown me away from my habitat
Breaking my ribs with it’s heavy punch
Subjecting me to be robbed of my virginity
Damaging the pride I have nurtured for long.
Oh wicked “sun” why melting my tick and covered hymen
To expose my nakedness.
Turning the body to sexual dummy
How will I escape from the mess?
How will my goat survive death in the lion’s Den?
I have cried till I forget my early life dream
I have stayed long in the business to be a professional
But tell the rich people to protect the poor, so that human trafficking will comes to an end
Agile ones should save the fragile bones,
If we did not save the young seedlings from diseases,
We may not have shade in the time to come