A Pious Prostitute

A pious prostitute
in she, we need to salute
she is only like a statue.

In glass, she is on display
she being treated like a play
no customer she gets for today.

At night, she cries on prayer mat
‘O, God! If no customers come to me;
How I take care, my bedridden son? ,
How I take care, my aging mother? ‘

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