Sin slowly encroaches
As she does it all again
Less she cared about it
It’s her way to survive
Every night is a one night stand
Always less than she can stand
Dressed and made up to kill
She parades for the night’s catch
Ive hundred a day she earns
More than equal to a labourer
New and old faces stream
To obtain her seductive passion
She loses her sanctity
But cares less of her sanity
The end is always a tale
In fact, it’s never a fairly tale
by Kibunja Wang'ombe
by Kibunja Wang'ombe
