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