The Whore! Poem by Josey Alfred

A whore is a sore,
In a commune's lore.
She adorns nasty glare,
In the power mongers door.

She is a nasty need, in power,
Corridors in wanton desires
And captures visage more.
And converges, to over score.

She has nothing to, care!
For is a sponsored whore?
Who can ignore to dare
And bear gossip, with smile rare.

To tarnish the of image fair
The glory of one who was fair.
Who worked to gear up more
The comfort of down trodden poor.

The greedy, they try to tear,
The work that selfless dared,
To cripples, the crooked desires
Of the crooked to, escape prison.