Scarlet Robes
Scarlet robes on Abony street,
reciting untold stories of nights without cause
As the queens of the night go about their business
Giving their now distasteful pleasure to wondering strangers.
Their loud chatter fills the streets
Denying the night of its rightful duty,
They sway from side to side
Their barely covered skin telling a story
Scars evident of the war they fight daily
All concealed by a scarlet robe and a crooked smile
Their pride lost they wonder about,
As nylon caught by the wind they are blown at every direction,
Stripped of their honour they live,
Detached from society, a living, breathing abomination.
L.N Ngema
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