Piercing the abyss

 

Piercing the abyss
with probing mind
seeking truth
but finding lack.

Youth is callow,
fresh and untainted with falsity,
 until damaged.
Trusting...til broken by cruelty.

"Come away with me to a tropical isle,"
said the procurer, sibilant with her her devil tongue.
"Sun, sand and sea and some rich friends who can give you a better life. 
You'll give massages and play some fun games.
But, if you tell anyone about it,
and, if you fail to please,
your life will be snuffed like a candle.
That's just the luck of the draw."

The little boy in the group shudders with fear.
"Don't worry," he's told," Boys are hard to find."

These days, he's piercing the abyss.
Telling the truth of what went down.
Naming names. Detailing the crimes.
Rape, murder and snuff films.

A living witness comes forth.
His truth must be protected.
Guilty rich men are vicious.
They kill with as much ease 
as they order breakfast.

The abyss still exists.
The predators still hunt their prey.
The kids are still being ruined.
When will justice prevail?


©Ellen Pepper 2026

For Sascha Riley and the Lost Kids.