Death on demand

Products are on the rise,

Manufactured methodologies, human sized.

John’s calling them necessity ,

Exploiting their vulnerabilities .

Shopping for corpses, providing a service

From stolen kids , bloody, broken and nervous.

A market of minors,

Normalized sensations.

Groomed to be glamorized,

highlighting features, glistening thighs .

The addiction of the afflicted

Leaving them in brothels, never evicted.

Sleeping in the red light district,

Prone to conflict.

The buyers are among us, safe and hidden

Telling the victims ,nobody will believe them.

It’s ready and available, made as an excuse,

The bodies are dropping, broken and bruised.

The demand feeds them,

In a trafficked religion of treason.

Sexually charged, showing no disregard

For the families sitting idly by

Holding on to each other, trying not to cry.

There’s an evil sickness, spread among-st me

Hidden behind doors, plain to see.

The perception of prostitution misinterpreted,

Despite all the information provided.

A rehearsal of rape, glowing on their screens,

Tattooing brands on their skins, holding onto screams.

Prosecution is underutilized,

We trying sway them from this guise.

Sales need to decrease,

Humane quality needs to increase.