Lambs To The Slaughter

Lambs to the slaughter....
They were queuing up ....
Gallantly queuing up with smiles on their faces,....
Jumping queues just to get to the front....
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Promises were made and the promise land....
Theories of it anyway, sounded too tempting....
To stay back and wait on others to go come....
Come back and tell stories ....
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Pressure! ....
Family Pressure ....
Now being applied on one....
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You have to go my child....
So you can build a house ....
As big as Magda's....
And make your family proud....
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You have to go my child....
For we cannot continue Living like this....
Looked down upon by all our neighbours....
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Lamps to the slaughter they were ....
Queuing up, gallantly eagerly queuing up ....
With smiles on their faces, ....
Jumping queues just to get to the front....
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So now the apprehension is dealt with....
Now it is all about, tunnel vision....
The money asked for, has been paid ....
Well half of it anyway....
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Tears, kisses and hugs, Bye, byes said....
More bye, byes, 
Said as the coach moves off....
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Lamps to the slaughter they were ....
But on the promise land ....
There were no rivers of gold, 
No silver spons....
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Friends that came before them....
Looked very aged, even though they were....
Of the same age, 


No trees with honey flowing of it....
Cramped rooms, cramped cold rooms....
With no privacy ....
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She looked around; then she asked....
So why was the story told so beautifully....
Only to find ourselves,  from pillar to post
Having moved ....
From the frying pan into the fire....
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She has no papers and after the many ....
Exchanges made on the way....
With men whispering at each other....
Staring at her....
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She has just realised she has been....
Sold into prostitution ....
Lamps to the slaughter they were ....
Queuing up gallantly eagerly queuing up ....
With smiles on their faces, ....
Jumping queues, just to get to the front....
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Her refusal to work as one was dealt with, ....
With slaps, months, chains, drugs, more drugs....
And death threats....
Now she just open her legs and lays there....
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When she gets the chance to escape ....
She just doesn’t see the need any more....
She has been broken....
Lamps to the slaughter they were....
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Back at home a new group....
Eagerly ignorantly waiting ....
Jumping queues....
Just to get to the Front ....