In a world where bodies are bought and sold
A mother's womb
A commodity so bold. A child becomes a transaction's prize
Love replaced by dollars
In this twisted guise
Where does humanity lie
In this barren trade?
Where love and family
Now just a shade
A baby grown for profit
Not for love
A system flawed
That robs from above
Behind closed doors
Where silence reigns supreme
A twisted truth
Where power plays its cruel game
Fists that hit, words that cut
Leaving scars unseen
Yet the law stands still
As if in a dream
Where justice hides
And pain is made to feel
That this abuse
A crime not deemed real
Shame on us all
Who let this carry on
A silent war
Where women fall and none cry out