Sound Of Freedom

In the depths of shadows, where evil dwells,
A sinister tale of darkness unfolds.
A world where innocence is stolen, souls are bought,
Where the wickedness of sex trafficking takes hold.
Children, fragile petals crushed by callous hands,
Sold as commodities, devoid of choice or voice.
Their dreams shattered, their spirits torn apart,
Enslaved in a web spun by the heartless, by those who rejoice.
The sound of freedom, a resounding cry,
Echoes through the corridors of despair.
A beacon of hope, a battle cry against the oppressors,
A testament to those who dare to care.
In the realm of power, the top one percent,
Lies the culpability, the stain of shame.
For the puppeteers of wealth and influence,
Feed the flames of this abominable game.
Their opulence built on the tears of the innocent,
As they turn a blind eye to the suffering endured.
Their greed, a poison that infects the world,
Leaving scars on the souls of the pure.
But in the face of darkness, heroes arise,
Warriors of light who refuse to bow.
Driven by compassion, fueled by justice,
They forge a path to save those who are now
Prisoners of a trade no child should know,
With courage as their armor, they fight on.
Rescuing, rehabilitating, restoring shattered lives,
Defying the boundaries, they have drawn.
The sound of freedom pierces through the night,
Breaking chains, lifting spirits from the abyss.
The victims find solace in the embrace of love,
As their voices rise, reclaiming what they miss.
Let us not avert our gaze, let us not be blind,
To the plight of those trapped in this vile trade.
For in our collective voice lies the power to ignite change,
To stand against the oppressors, unafraid.
May the darkness be vanquished, the chains shattered,
As we unite in the cause to set them free.
For every child, a future filled with hope and light,
Where the sound of freedom echoes eternally.