WANDERERS

The crooners had the city
Men gave in to revelry
Ladies of lust invaded the street
Like the "pest of buda"
It is the funeral of virtue
When conscience go to bed
It is the hour of Sodom
Woe to the virgins plying the street
corners
Those hours are here
Weep, oh daughters of eve!!
For the fruitage of your belly
The hungry wolves have the street
already.
Written by: Adeniyi E.
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