Ryan Quinn Flanagan


Rape Trees

The cartels
control everything.

Making more money
off human trafficking than
they ever did drugs.

A single jug of water
and debts to settle on
the other side.

Young girls
given their birth control
and sent out towards
the border.

Wandering past
all those panty-filled
rape trees sprouting up,
wondering if this is the beginning
of a better life.

One Response to “Ryan Quinn Flanagan”

  1. priscampbell Says:

    So true and so sad! Good poem.

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