And To The Little Ones

In some late night Internet trolling, I stumbled upon an incredibly beautiful poem, written by Lisa Sharon Harper for Human Trafficking Awarness Day, and originally published on the Sojourners blog.  I am reposting it word for word here, because (although I am by no means a poet or literary critic), I feel like it captures the rawness and grit that we often feel in this issue, as we imagine the "suits and briefcases with Jersey plates" who buy these victims.

And to the Little Ones

Swiped from her village
sold for a dime by poor parents
to a rich global market
Taka's 10-year-old bones rattle with fear.
Heart?
bound to earth - chained.
Beaten down to size in small back rooms
Spirit broken by westerners who promise the world
and leave her a lump of mud.
No breath...
No breath...
Can't breathe in this tomb.
Taka's humanity
her dignity
her soul
is battered and bartered
on the black market for a dime.
And pundits predict her body will be found
in a ditch in an alley
some - day.

Vacant eyes wander her neighborhood
She is "Sold!" for a dime bag
by her crack head momma
to suits and briefcases with Jersey plates
Takisha's 10-year-old bones rattle with fear.
Stolen
from school
and dreams
and friends.
Her lifeless body puts food on the table
She eats the devil's dinner
And her humanity
her dignity
her soul
vanishes.
No breath...
No breath...
Can't breathe in this toxic corner of the world.
And pundits predict Takisha's vacant body will be found in an ally or a trash can
before her 18th birthday.

And thus says the Lord,
"Come from the four winds, o breath!
And breathe upon the slain!
That they may live!"
That they may live!
That they may run and play and lay in the streets and look up at the stars
That they may dream of romance and significance and peace for their families
and their people.
That they may breathe and stand and live...

And to Taka and Takisha
to their rattling bones
to the little ones
who bear God's image
The Lord God says,
"Breathe..."
"Stand..."
"Live..."