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In the labyrinths of our world, there exist dark corners where humanity’s light barely reaches. “Byelanes…. Pathways to Hell” is a powerful and poignant exploration of these hidden realms, where life is stripped of dignity and hope, and survival comes at an unbearable cost. This poem dives into the grim reality of those trapped in a living hell, highlighting the stark contrast between the everyday life many of us know and the brutal existence faced by the forgotten souls in these forsaken places.

With vivid imagery and raw emotion, the poem pulls no punches in depicting the desolate conditions and the relentless abuse endured by young women sold into a life of sexual slavery, servitude and despair. It speaks to the systemic corruption and cruelty that perpetuates their suffering, as well as the societal indifference that allows such atrocities to continue.

Through its verses, “Byelanes…. Pathways to Hell” challenges the reader to confront uncomfortable truths and urges a call to action. It is a reminder of the power of empathy, the importance of moral integrity, and the impact of individual choices in shaping a more just and humane world. This poem is not just a cry of anguish but a beacon of awareness, calling for compassion and change in the face of overwhelming darkness.

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Dingy, narrow bye-lanes, putrid smells, trash all around, dilapidated shanties, buildings that should have long been abandoned abound,

A violent, unfair part of the world, best to be avoided but desperately awaiting to be found, these are pathways to hell, a hell hole where the living dead dwell,

It’s a dreary existence, one that one could do without,

Waiting desperately for that breath finale to exit so that they can finally let go of all that is bottled inside,

But The Lord decrees that thee shalt not take thine own life is etched in our minds,

Abiding, they carry on with the cumbersome task of inhaling & exhaling while John after John enters the shanties, rips off their garments, tears into their innards, most utter profanity and abuse their bodies while a few show compassion, a semblance of romance, it’s all fleeting, a part of the game,

The pimps make their money, the girls know their place, those that don’t are gang raped, even drugged into submission until they fall into line, they have a pimp and many a client to please,

It’s a living hell where zombies dwell, no place for these young maidens, rendered homeless and heartless by the relentless abuse, some accept it as destiny while others let go of all hope, the only desire that remains is a longing for death, the final release,

No dearth of the finer things in life for the ones that perform night after night but the ones harboring a hope for freedom are tortured beyond imagination,

They are deprived of food, other necessities and finally raped and drugged into submission,

It’s a cold, cruel world ruled by the Devil himself, no God dare enter these realms,

Sold into a life of drudgery by lovers, husbands, aunts, uncles, the friendly neighbour, even parents at times, it’s shocking but it’s true, do not allow this to let your senses overwhelm,

Of course many are kidnapped while others are trapped with stories of well paying jobs in a bustling city far away,

It’s a journey to hell that they make but there’s no getting back anyways,

Those that visit brothels for a night time of pleasure must understand these facts measure for measure,

Someone’s daughter, sister or niece is lying on that mattress while you tear her soul into pieces while you insert your piece of meat,

Give these matter a thought and allow your conscience to prevail,

Are you God fearing and abide by His Words? Do you have morals or are they just words?

If you are a human, let humanity prevail,

Boycott these bye lanes, spare these poor girls whose lives have been ripped apart,

Each one of us can make a difference, it’s never too late to start,

Swear to thine self that thee shalt abstain,

Thine pledge shalt set thee free and many an innocent maiden labelled as a slut, a shite, a fallen woman, a whore, a prostitute and many other a name shalt bless thee and thine soul.

Isn’t that enough?

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