One Black Child’s Little Sin
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I dreamt some strange looking foreigners,
With sugar coated tongue,
Emerged from behind offering hard currency,
To our young boys and girls,
These stone hearted child traffickers,
Would enslave even their own blood for money,
Their various acts of evil trade,
Smuggling teenagers to the east,
Secretly through the west-coast,
Where hungry traffickers force them to trade,
Among the captives on board,
One particular colored child in chain,
Knew the cruel captor by face,
The costly crime it committed,
To steal some notes from a black nylon,
Hidden under the neighbor’s inner room,
Now there’s no hope for escape,
For even the little soul that sinneth,
Shall not go un-rewarded.
© All Rights Reserved. Johnson O. J. Arumona. 2006
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