The Prostitute’s Watch Part One - Ikeoluwa Akinbode
Wild enough to pitch her tent where women won’t,
Without any husband’s protective warmth,
Waiting for the next fool to clutch with her claws,
Famous in the streets for her kind of work,
Brazen looks, unabashed- no sense of worth.
Was she was forced into it, who knows?
Well, in the business she had fully evolved,
With a household name and tent to pitch,
Wealthy enough to own exclusive abode,
Within the city’s wall, where strong men be,
Following updates in the city and meadows.
As she hunted someday, two strangers came to lodge,
But not forbusiness, too occupied to be lured,
Camping in her lodge were of the renown warriors with
Dreary Deity from beyond Jordan river who
Expunged strange cities in His way, baring and relaying
Foundations therein for His own glory.
“Eventually, war approached our gates” she judged.
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Jane Smith
