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.
April 17, 2023 at 5:44 am
So true and so sad! Good poem.