The missing persons
Many can’t be found
How can it happen?
Our borders the open gates
The rat routes
The police claim there are
The slave traders can easily escape
With the slaves in their custody
At the border check points
The missing persons go undetected
Leaving their home countries
Vanished to the unknown places
Maybe they are used for organs
harvest
Leaving the dead bodies behind in unmarked
graves
Burn it up in drums and scatter the
ashes
Nobody can say truthfully; it’s only
conjecture
The police have to cranked up their
roles
The force may have been in the bad
light
Many cases still piling up on their
files
There seem to be no end in sight
The public should stay alert
Watch for the suspicious characters
Watch for the vans cruising by
We will never know the drivers’
intentions
Here happened years ago
One woman did her hitch-hiking
She wasn’t found till today
Her husband accepted she was dead
A college female student was
abducted
While waiting for the express bus
She wasn’t found to this day
Dead or alive the police have no
clue
The missing persons
It may happen everyday
Nobody has any idea
Why it has to happen
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