Lady of the Night - I

You were born in a war ravaged state You lost your man to the caprices of fate You fell prey to your wayward ways Victims of betrayal, greed or circumstances You were drowned in the tide of darkness Depraved incidents of forced sex and perversions Rooted in carnal desires and unsated frustrations The fleshpots in town frowned upon as receptacles of sin Wisdom of society’s views wearing very thin Thwarting those in heat from living out their dream Objects of titillation and subjected to derision Unfortunately placed or forced in a profession Reckoned as the world’s oldest Harlots you are, courtesans at best Buffers to man’s baser side without respite or rest Mistress to royalty or a gangster’s moll You’ve mastered the act of a defenceless doll Apparently enjoying the bizarre and the extraordinary But behind this masquerade is the quintessential mercenary Pandering only to the philandering of the paying strata of humanity You frequent raunchy night-clubs and sleazy bars Walk the streets and lurk around dark corners You are often just a number in the telephone directory Or recommended for unusual skills, honed to a speciality But you seldom blackmail, reflecting your innate nobility Possibly you booze to drown your pain And get your high on heroin and cocaine You are accused of ruining marital ties And of driving your lovers to a life of vice Who squander fortunes, just affording your price Hail lady of the night Only death can release you from your sordid plight You are the paramour without the strings of a wife You are the reprieve from loneliness and strife But alas, you suffer damnation in your earthly life