Departing with hurtful happiness,
Victims of nothing but deceitfulness
by those who are but beings heartless.

Traded by people whom themselves can't make.
Whipped so merciless than they can take.
Blown so easy like piece of cake.

Stepping on serpents serpents for food.
Treated as animals and say"it's all for good".
Isolated and separated from neighbours in the hood.

Tears from bloody eyes with no hope for future.
At last they fall as believed is their feature.
Their bodies thrown to be feasted on by vultures.

Away they'll travel in death to a land of their own free will,
where they'll be accepted and fed to their fill.
Yet no card would be brought and said to be their bill.

Your fangirl,
Tori Mike.

Please vote for me, thank you.