Pretty Plaque In The Cemetery Lobby Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Curtains flung wide open; privacy put to public scrutiny
All boats rocked, of friends and fore alike
With all abandon she swings and struts the streets of modesty
Feet shod in steel spikes, she treads through innocence carefree
The bread of disgrace, weak men to feed off her lap
As they ogle at her exquisite beauty
Racing through guilty pathways many souls to destroy
With interred dreams wrapped in red rose petals
She loves to harvest the cornfield she did not plant
All womanhood disgraced and put to shame
Nevertheless, just in a single drop all her beauty has vanished
Pimps profited from her folly
Heaven and hell are realities!
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
24 May 2020