The Golden Beach Boy

Footprints of his life

Patterned on the sandy beaches,

Assure the magical island tour.

Poverty calls from a distance,

And his teenage innocence steps away.

White skins prefer,

The sunned texture of his darkness,

While his paddy-built muscles

Ache with the pain

Of being sold every day.

Sold for a price that his manhood cannot bear

And punished by his master at times

For receiving complains of not lasting long,

All through the island's golden beaches,

He bears the painful pleasure of forced female flesh.

Smugglers have offered plenty of smoke,

To avail his pain until the night's sleep.

Countries of customers,

Carrying the killer microbes within them,

Have offered him the best price for an uncovered show.

And thus he became the orphanage for

The orphaned infections.

"Pleasure and money at one go"

Is what the ignorant citizens say.

But a manhood struggling under the call of poverty,

Is what the world should learn before decay.