Poem: Prostitution in Canada Print E-mail
There's a thin veneer called [Justice] which holds Canada as free.
Laws applied both fast or losely, most, obeyed by you and me.
There are children cast in darkness, bound and held in slavery,
Lured fom Asia, or East Europe, sold to crime and misery.
 
The sex trade, lurid and rampant, with disease and suffering rife,
Is not innocent, nor wanted, It attacks all decent life.
Pimps and drugs control this culture, weapons, gangs with violent strife,
Threaten with intimidation, brass knuckles, sharp whip or knife.
 
It's a realm of pain and terror, bondage, poverty and hate.
Often in the guise of glamour, fancy cars, a pretty date.
Perhaps seasoned with a dinner, plied with liquor, in this state
Led, as if a lamb to slaughter, lost in lusts to fornicate.
 
Prostitution is an evil, it's a soul destroying fact
There's no mitigating reason, it's a cruel most selfish act.
It's a crime in your own body; Would you chose to make a pact?
With the source of all that's evil, would you [Satan's rule] enact?
 
Governments by voters chosen but by Grace of God installed;
Would you then, rule with much wisdom, or leave us shocked and appalled?
Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters, when you're to decisions called,
Take a stand and be decisive, not by some delusions stalled.
 
No proposed legalization can such wrongs with right replace,
Punish heinous perpetrators, hold them to account, each case.
Human beings are not chattels, each bears the Creators face,
May God in His mercy grant us, that, what's wanton He'll erase.
 
A. Blokhuis
Dec. 18/11

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