She takes off her clothes
Showing her body to men
Some pay for more pictures
Some pay to meet her

She needs to earn the money
Because the rent is too high
She's young, still has her looks
They do to her what they want

Some are gentle, most are rough
They use every part of her body
Making her do so many things
It also pays for her addiction

The weeks went by, she wasn't seen
The police found her overdosed
She was naked, dead on the bed
All she wanted was to be loved

Copyright Chris Smith #darkpoetsoul

No barbs held,

bards hushed,

bars holding,

holds barred.



Freedom ringing

in a New-Year,

new relationship,

with a kiss.

Before covid, nursing homes residents
were being exterminated for $,
now they're 45 % of corona fatalities,
to steal their SS, this must stop now!

Before the next debate,
ask the President,
when are you going to stop
this preventable American Holocaust?

The road was all mud
she slipped with the drizzle
and you couldn't tell
the color she wore
but her big awed eyes
colored the land in all colors
making her lose breath
gazing at every little thing
till over the noise of lightning
boomed her father's voice
be fast girl before the rain is harder
when she would run for his hand
and slip again and again
counting fun at every fall
her eyes a glowing island
from the mud scarred face.

Once in the market
the man gave her a good wash
little knowing she was drenched
with all the dreams
eyes could ever see.

We know there's a world within one drop of water.
Like God's tear, a trillion ton ice-cube dropped
in the drink, heating the oceans over time,
submerging man's false-ego and polluting cities,
some say sublime.  Swim or sink people,
as acid red rain, falling from your closed eyes,
for they only see grey,
washes it all away.  What do climate crisis
denialists snort in retort,
who cares about holes in the clouds,
melting ice-cubes at the poles?

We also know there's a universe in our seas,
yet, only 2 global fisheries are left,
what of humanity bereft of that food?
When bees are extinct so will we be.
Seldom is a lone tear's story told,
yet Gandhi knew, laid out how the future unfolds.
Atom should not be split, Adam should not be cloned,
"the root of oppression lies in (supposed) science",
he foretold, 'from his lips to God's ears'.