A Psalm Against the Merchants of Children by Jeff Callaway
A Psalm Against the Merchants of Children A Reckoning Before the Throne of the Living God by Jeff Callaway Texas Outlaw Poet I. THE NUMBERS FIRST Because the numbers are the confession and the confession must be spoken aloud before this court, before this altar, before the God who counts every hair, every tear, every child — One hundred thirteen thousand, five hundred. Say it. Say it the way a father says the name of a son he cannot find. One hundred thirteen thousand, five hundred reports in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty-five of children being sold. Not lost. Not missing. Sold. Marketed. Auctioned. Streamed live on platforms that were built in Silicon Valley by men who would weep at a dog dying on the side of the road. One in seven. One in seven children reported missing is likely being used as a product. A transaction. A session. An invoice paid. A human child. Made in the image and likeness of God Almighty. Bought and sold like a sack of grain rotting in the Texas August ...
