The Prostitute

Don't call her a whore,

When her pains are still sore.

The night brings her down,

A prostitute is her 'crown'.

She wanted love throughout her life,

All she got was an unwanted touch.

No one desired to make her wife,

So she left the world,

And entered the afterlife.

Was the society happy? No

They called it a shame.

For a filthy life, she leads,

Death was her only escape.