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Slaves No More!

Behind every wound is a story that deserves compassion, strength, and healing. This space was created to bring encouragement, awareness, and hope to survivors and those seeking light through difficult journeys. May every word shared here remind you that freedom, restoration, and a brighter tomorrow are possible.

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A collection of meaningful posters created to inspire awareness, strength, healing, and hope. Each design carries a message meant to encourage hearts, spark reflection, and give voice to stories that matter. Through art and words, these posters stand as reminders that every life has value, dignity, and purpose.

My Poems

Within these poems are pieces of emotion, faith, healing, and personal reflection woven into words. Each piece captures moments of struggle, hope, love, and quiet strength through life’s journey. May these writings bring comfort, inspiration, and connection to every reader who visits this space.

Each Child In His Arms

My Jesus is treading the universe o’er
To seek out the captives, the broken and tore,
Midst depths of dark squalor where evil abounds
He searches for lambs in the grip of hell’s hounds.
Past pimps, johns and traffickers He makes His way
To rescue the children now trapped in filth’s sway,
In love Jesus gathers each child in His arms
And seeks to bring freedom from vile, deadly harms.
Each child He so tenderly calls by their name
And weeps with them all about what to them came,
Each scared, broken heart in His hand He doth hold-
Whose value to Him is more precious than gold!

My Lord understands all the filth, fear and shame,
The violent coercions, the losses and blame-
His heart cries in anguish when lives are at stake
As pedophiles greedily vile choices make.
The billows of worthlessness few comprehend
That rips through your soul and with darkness descends,
Is felt by the Savior with keenest of pain:
For He died to save you from every vile stain.
He knows how each day it feels more of you dies
As you are held captive, surrounded by lies,
Abused and misused for lust, money and greed-
With none to stand by you – no love midst great need.

Though trust has been shattered and hope fled away
The Lord Jesus longs to bring new dawn of day-
To rescue you, child, from corruption’s vile slums,
And bring you to safety as full healing comes.
There’s nothing too hard for our Savior to do-
All missions of rescue He’ll see safely through,
Each beautiful child who’s been shattered by shame
Is promised a future, true hope, a new name!
Hold on to His hand, child, and take that first step,
For Christ is your Advocate –
by Him you’re kept:
He never will hurt you, but brings peace and rest-
And there near His heart you’ll forever be blessed!

- Keturah C Martin
March 2025

Though down in the traffickers’ trenches I’m called,
Where many a soul is abused, raped, and mauled-
The sinister alleys breathe hopeless despair,
But yet I know fully My God is still there!
The trafficking web winds around the whole world
Where sin so nefarious travels unfurled;
The agents of Satan by demons controlled-
Exploit and destroy in a heartless greed, cold.
Past gutters of terror where predators wait
To capture the innocent – spell out their fate,
The traffickers, evil, seek out helpless lives
With threats, drugs and lies, or perchance guns and knives.
They bring in the vulnerable, homeless and sad,
With violence uncouth – so deprived and ill-clad-
To hold as a captive, to sell and re-sell,
While feeding lust’s greed in a dark, filthy hell.
The “madams” lay bait to deceive and beguile,
Attempting to lure hapless victims awhile
And when the trap snaps amid danger and loss,
The innocent suffer beneath a vile cross.
The lust-driven pimp will pursue fleeing girls
As death threats and greed after them he still hurls
The deafening curses ring out through the night-
Foul message in texts are sent out to affright.
The freedom of choice does the Lord give so free-
Though souls pursue evil, yet still He will be
Close by every victim to shield from the worst
And carries them through all the filth that’s accursed.
My Jesus walks with me and leads me each stride,
To walk with the trafficked, the wounded and tied,
Though demons of hell may assail me around-
My Jesus has won! And His vict’ry abounds!
One drop of His blood scatters demons of night,
Breaks fetters and chains as the pimps all take flight;
Though slavery runs rampant God sets these girls free,
For Christ died – now lives – and proclaims Victory!-

Keturah Martin
May 4, 2025

The Lord’s heart is wrung in anguish as He views how the world has become a massive cesspool of filthy corruption with the atrocities of nefarious greed, perpetrated by traffickers, pimps and johns. The state of the worldwide slavery/trafficking at the expense of the innocent is at its greatest peak of evil, likely in history. But the Lord knows and is keeping the record of a just God, who will recompense justice on all those who choose to perpetrate evil against the innocent and vulnerable.

Though the majority of the average people have no clue to what depth of wickedness and destruction the children are being destroyed, yet the Heavenly Father sees it all, knowing every detail. When His little ones are being sold as cattle to the vilest of the vile who choose to destroy their innocent purchase, God does step in. Though it may seem like God is just letting bad things happen, He actually sends His angels to stand between His child and the demons of hell that are working through evil and disgusting men. Should God remove His Presence or that of His angels, the children being used for sex slavery, child sacrifice, adrenochrome, and organ harvesting would die immediately. It is the Lord alone who saves their lives amid insufferable trauma; or in His great love will take them directly to His bosom of love in glory – forever free from evil predators, demonic forces, and vile traffickers.

Jesus said, “Whoever offends/hurts one of these little ones that believe in Me, it would be better for him that a millstone be hanged around his neck and he be drowned in the depth of the sea.” This means that the punishment from God for hurting and destroying His children is going to be far worse than to be drowned in the depth of the sea under the weight of a massive millstone.

Whether one may be in the trenches of filth, threats and terror as a lamb trying to escape brutal slavery, or as God’s ambassador to help rescue the innocent – the Heavenly Father is loving, helping and guiding you to safety, hope and healing. He has an eternal plan for your life that was planned before your birth. No matter how agonizing and terrifying it may get, yet the Lord holds you in the palm of His hand as He guides you to a better tomorrow, and grace sufficient to complete His calling for you. Grab His outstretched hand and hang on, whether you see Him or not. He will never leave or forsake you!

Prayer: Lord Jesus, I entrust my life, the anguishing tatters and all my future into Your Almighty hand for Divine protection, for Your ultimate healing, and for complete cleansing. I ask You to restore the years that the locusts have eaten and transform me and my pain into the likeness of You, Jesus. Amen

Just what’s going on in the mind of a soul
Who’s lived all her life in a shackled control?
Where perverts and traffickers owned her since birth-
She only has known a vile world without mirth.
The fear of rejection will surge day and night:
For this pain is paramount – nothing is right-
Since “mom” sold her out as a baby so small
To traffickers brutal and filled with vile gall.
Through all her life, sordid, no trust could survive-
Twas broken to shatters and no more alive;
So thus will relationships quake, split and heave
Amid inner turmoil which none can perceive.
They programmed her daily midst death threats and doom
With dictates uncouth till twas not any room
To even be able to think on her own-
But just heard dark messages written in stone.
Their words of vile love they would mingle with rape-
Creating confusion – no route of escape:
The terror of love was drilled deep in her soul,
Now trapped in vile chains with the pimp in control.
Her knowledge is absent on “just how to live”
Knows only compliance – the body to give,
Where terror runs rampant with death threats so near –
No choice ever given, no soul to dry tears.
The vile captors made the decisions each day
And taught their chained slaves, “They must only obey,”
So when on their own they’re afraid now to think
Lest pained repercussions upon them will sink.
Their worth feels destroyed to the deep, darkest core
Of what they once were but is known nevermore -
“A toy for foul use” within criminal hands,
So trapped and alone inside enemy lands.
And constant each day come the triggers to mind
To which the observer is totally blind -
The body relives stark abuse and vile shame
While terror and anguish do ravage untamed.
The body’s “response mode” may often kick in
When pained programmed minds near explode in the din-
“Go flee for your life to escape death and doom!”
May drive the survivor from safety to zoom.
These sweet trafficked lambs let us never dare judge
Until for a week in their steps we have trudged:
For God alone knows what vile horrors they’ve faced
And He calls us all to live His love and grace!

- Keturah Martin

When lost and so vulner'ble, lonely and sad
With nowhere to turn and no friend to be had,
So subtle and sinister did he approach
Upon all my life and my future encroached.

He spoke as a friend, yet was driven by greed—
Destruction his motive, that lust he could feed,
Naïve, I was lured to his snare of dark death
Where all trust was shattered right down to each breath.

The breaking grounds held filthy violence and pain,
While savage profanity on me would rain—
The bleak, ragged shame all around me was cast
As horror and grime seemed forever would last.

He sold my virginity to a vile man
Who used me perversely just as a trash can—
The rape and dread violence was worse than stark death
As their sexual demons assaulted each breath.

The screams of my jail-mates could often be heard
Whenever the pimp with them wanted a word –
No girl ever dared to resist this foul boss
Or they must endure still more torture and loss

.Oh, how I would cringe in stark terror and shame
When vile johns would enter with passion aflame—
Their lust was so violent – each time growing worse,
Till soon I was hopeless – forever accursed.

What hopeless despair would pervade in dark gloom
And my inner* soul felt encased in death's tomb,
It* dwindled away more each time I was used
While all of my body, heart, mind was abused.

Is there not just one who can fathom my plight?
Someone to bring freedom and shine forth hope's light –
Oh, please come and rescue those caged in vile shame
And end all the slavery in trafficking's name!-

Keturah C. Martin
August 25, 201

Hope for those silenced in human trafficking

Though trampled and down-trod where no one could see—
Midst ruins and rubble – midst ashes that be,
There buried by anguish, abuse, filth and night
The little girl writhed in a dark, trafficked plight.
No more could she struggle ‘neath passions of men—
Abused and so brainwashed in trapped, morbid dens
,Her spirit was broken, so crushed was her heart—
Exploited and used while thrust through with a dart.

But in the deep midnight soft footfalls are heard
Through filth and grim ashes still closer are lured:
For Someone on high has heard every tear fall—
Perceived faintest whispers as deafening calls.
The Savior went digging through ashes of shame
And wept while so tenderly calling her name –
Past boulders of hopelessness, heart-shreds of loss
Beyond pain’s grim anguish and dark bitter cross…

And then did I feel that divine touch of love
Administered gently like wings of a dove:
For Jesus saw value in searching for me
So He could bring healing while setting me free!
He lifted me then to His shoulders so high,
Above filth and squalor where I shall not die!
He bore me away by His love to the Rock
Where I am secure from the shame that would mock.

Christ lovingly cleansed me from filth, shame, and night –
My pained, broken life to His heart He holds tight
And when I need grace to get through trial’s shove
He carries me through on His Shoulder of love!
No evil can touch me when safe in His care,
And each heavy burden so freely He shares:
For I have been chosen by Jesus to be
A vessel in His hand – transformed and made free!-

Keturah C. Martin
July 27, 2020

Can you hear the children crying
In the darkness of the night?
Stifling sobs within their pillows.
Lest some hear their dreaded plight.

Can you sense their spirits quailing
In a terror with no end?
As they face the dreaded evil,
All alone without a friend.

Do you see the crim’nals, evil
Scooping up the innocent?
As they’re trafficking our children-
Violent lust on them do vent!

Do you see their bodies quiver,
‘Neath a load of pain untold?
Or detect their heart’s deep longing
For a loving hand to hold?

Are you willing for the Master
To go stand within the gap?
Will you offer love and safety,
In the place of filth and slaps?

Who will break the solemn silence
Behind which the guilty hide?
And speak up for all the children,
Before some more have died?

Who will stand for the children,
And midst terror hold their hand?
Who will live the love of Jesus-
Break the silence in this land?

Keturah Martin

“Whosoever shall offend one of these little ones, it were better for him thata millstone were hanged about his neck and that he were drownedin the depth of the sea.” - Jesus

Can you see the babies in darkness encased?
Midst horror unfathomed where hope is erased,
Demonic oppression is all that they know,
With never a light in a world full of woe.

Abandoned they writhe through each night all alone,
The stench of burned flesh mixed with blood flow and bones,
There’s no one to find them, to help or to care,
No love, hope or safety, no way they can share.

The days stretch out long midst oppression so vile,
As unfathomed anguish heaps daily on piles,
The babies are dragged through the filth, grime and smut
By demons of violence behind doors locked shut.

The demons that guard them are brutal and grim,
Whose torturous evil o’erflows from the brim,
The babies are flung against cold smutty walls,
Yet nobody hears all their pained cries and calls.

The only companions that they’ve ever known
Are pain and destruction amid the death moans;
With beds made of terror ‘neath blankets of shame
They writhe in an anguish that cannot be named.

Their language is nothing, save stark, painful cries
While smitten by foes with distress, chains and lies
They squirm in deep pain on the floors made of slime,
Midst maggots and squalor where filth is made prime.

Can you hear the crying and whimpers of pain?
As death chokes their cries in the agony’s strain;
They have not a voice yet their pain is intense,
With all hope deleted and anguish immense.

Who dares to do war on the enemy’s turf
Or even hell’s sewers to rescue and surf?
For down in hell’s sewers are death, doom and dark
Beyond comprehension—oh who will now hark?

Will someone dare tread down hell’s corridors black
And access what’s hidden in rooms and dark tracks?
The babies are crying or even now dead
So starved without love in the enemy’s bed.

- Keturah Martin
Sept. 8/16

"My Child, I am with you in your darkest night,
And I for your future am willing to fight –
Although life is dark and so hopeless may seem,
Still I am your Lord and from hell I redeem.

Despite pimps and johns and the filth they entail
Yet My pow'r is greater and it shall prevail
The bleak, sordid life that you've been forced to live
Can all be reversed and new life I will give.

I understand Child, all the threats and dark death—
The violence and grime that engulfs you each breath;
I've seen ev'ry tear and I hear when they fall—
I cried with you Child, when you didn't dare call.

I know Child, how sorely defiled that you feel—
The vile, ceaseless shame that through all your soul steals,
But this filth and shame, Child, is not yours to own
Although it soaks deeper than heart, soul and bone.

To satan himself all this vile shame belongs
For he seeks to kill and destroy all life's song—
His agents of evil perversions are tools
And they in the end will be judged as his fools.

My Child, I invite you to come to My arms,
Come just as you are, fleeing all death's alarms—
No evil can touch you when safe in My care,
And I all your heartaches and losses will share.

The evils of trafficking, Child I abhor
And mans' evil choices pierce all My heart's core;
But you Child, beloved, are chosen by Me
To live life in freedom and not caged to be!

You are My daughter!"

- Your Heavenly Father

When I was a baby so helpless and small,
Reliant on someone to hear my lone call-
Oh what a dark day when my mom sold me out
To trafficking crim’nals with dark deadly clout.
The swamp of rejection then swallowed me up-
Abandonment flowed o’er the brim of my cup,
The absence of love that would sell me in greed,
Just shattered my heart midst its most desperate need.

They tortured me daily in filth so uncouth
And brainwashed me always about what was truth;
They made me feel yucky and dirty inside
Amid pain so bad that I’d wish to have died.
Across unseen borders they dragged me in chains
To service vile men and their self-centered brains:
They sold and re-sold me in greed none can rate
Until all my life was submerged in foul hate.

My life was a toy for bad men to efface
And never I knew the true meaning of grace-
They meant to obliterate me from this life,
For I had the evidence which would cause strife.
Now, was it the hand of the Lord from above
Who opened my prison of slavery in love?
Escaping the trafficking pimps and their greed-
My Father in heaven took note of my need.

From off of the streets He retrieved me in love-
No more behind dumpsters would I need be shoved,
But down to His cross Jesus took me by grace-
His blood was applied and my sins were erased.
The Lord took me up in His most loving arms
Away from the ones who would cause filth and harm:
For He’s now my Father so faithful and true,
Amid each affliction He’ll see me safe through!

-Keturah C. Martin

Exposing the hell of human trafficking,based on true facts