Cold night, lonely street..
Light stroking me from a far-away lamp
Flashy red dress, rouge and lipstick
I wait there, ready to play the role of a vamp
Hateful looks from passers-by,
Dirty words hurling past..
Fear of the police frisking me away
I hope that a customer soon comes my way
Neither do I steal nor do I kill
All I do is a job for a living
My child's ill, havta pay the bill
Twenty an hour, I'll do the thing
outcast I may be by the society
but my need, dont they have?
I care not, I do my duty
I am but a rose on the grave
"Neither do I steal nor do I kill
All I do is a job for a living
My child's ill..."
depicts the helplessness of the mother..
great poem, an eye opener for the society..
keep them going..!!