there is more slavery today than any point in human history.
like the 50-something balding drunk, riding public transport on christmas day, rambling insanities and famili-less. hurling abuse at seagulls and cars driving past.
no one is coming for him
like the orphans in calcutta, searching for their mother. begging for food and change, wandering through the gutters.
no on is coming for them.
like the over worked, underpaid sweat shop worker, crouched over a desk in south east asia. perpetual dim light, 16 hour days. getting fucking ripped off for food on their plates.
no one is coming for them.
like the crack fiends with no teeth, divulged of possession for money and ticks, scared of coming down or running out. incessant pawn shop visits.
no one is coming for them.
like the corner bound women. stolen from from home by tales of grandeur, addicted and alone. taking money from evil men, to make money for evil men.
no one is coming for them.
i don't think i ever want to being children into a world like this.
