Wait, look and see,
A bevy of prostitutes,
Portraying obnoxious postures,
With their tools of trade.
Receiving some severe battering,
Under the baking sun.
Rendered unfit and useless,
By time and circumstances.
Hungry orphans and widows,
Trudging the empty streets,
Ekeing out a skeletal living,
Out of dustbins and waste baskets.
Waiting they are to take revenge,
On a so called sacred society,
That has dashed their hopes.
See fresh coffins passing by,
Tell me I mean, show me,
A healthier land of fresher air,
Let me there pinch a tent!!!
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