A Hated Game

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poem about women being thrown in brothels and some of the pain that they experience day afer day.

Submitted: May 23, 2010

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Submitted: May 23, 2010

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As wintry wind seems to blow away

Every trace of our yesterday.

With our arms wide open we do embrace

Save us from this wretched place.

Us women as we are all alone

Our voices to people are still unknown.

For our beauty they did sell us away

Tis for our shame the reason we stay.

When men come in with whiskey tainted breath

The pain we feel is worthy of death.

Although the sober ones souls are like ice

Atleast they are just a little nice.

Day and night we wait our turn

To feel the dreadful hated burn.

A game drunken men like to play

A hated game day after day.


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