It was a trade they knew to well, <br />Another place of endless hell, <br />Walked the streets since they were nine, <br />Couldn't see a world benign, <br />Most people passed them walking by, <br />Did not care if they lived or died. <br /> <br />It wasn't society's problem anymore, <br />Youth was not like that before, <br />It was a case of strip or flip, <br />and yet you thought they had some lip, <br />Perhaps a reality check is needed for you, <br />Too much or yet too few. <br /> <br />You may see their act as sin, <br />Never prayed, never virgin. <br />Too clean are you to judge on filth, <br />To see the world that we have built. <br /> <br />I guess you know the answer now, <br />What hope would not allow, <br />A body they did not own, <br />As they lived in their terror zone. <br /> <br />They had no hope, <br />They have no home, <br />They have nowhere else to go, <br />The vicious cycle will continue to grow, <br />And yet we find it easier to ignore.<br /><br />Pensive Phoenix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trade-5/
