Red Lights

We are to be society’s ill

fallen object of human will

whom no man ever hears

whom no man shall never bear

Ask of money is ask for help

but the emotion is never felt

between sleeps we daydream

as we swim the dirty stream

heart’s of their have colors too

to paint a man to hide his colors true

each minute an hour for soul

leaves the body after sold

act of pretend to pretends of whore

hiding behind the open door

our show is shallow shall nobody see

we act like whores which we can never be.