Trafficked

Stolen, beaten

Sold for money

Enduring the unspeakable

Living in the shadows

Unseen and used

I am always on the move

My body and spirit are broken

I do what I am told

There are many of us

Yet, I am alone

I breathe fear, there is no comfort.

My hands reach to the heavens through

Steel bars that lock me in.

Will someone rescue me?

My heart whispers

Is there anyone who can identify me?

There is whose light pierces the darkness

He consumes with fire those who crush me.

He will hear my cry and encourage me.

He will carry me out of my bondage and bring me to a place

Where there is no suffering or pain.

Come quickly

Poem by Magrietha Hanse on the occasion of the commemoration of the World Day against Trafficking in Persons held at NYS Rietfontein Training Centre, Otjozondjupa region.