An Iniquitious Night Hawker

She knows him to be a destroyer Oblivious of having made her, a self-destroyer. With great passion she hates him But gave herself to him. Here he comes again To make her do what she hates. Fun you may say she derives now and again But disgust is what she accommodates. The only way out, though she seeks For freedom she loves to obtain. There stands on her way a veil That make her shatter the safety she seeks. Though she often hears a voice calling Lift thy hands and thou art free. She seldom tries But her past keeps hunting.