Squalid grimy streets
Knee deep in the mire of life
A haven for miscreants and
Those of ill repute
Blemished by life's fate
Which served them no purpose
Than to be used and abused
By those of higher state
Borne from their premature beginnings
They were shored upon that place
To serve and be governed
By a pretentious class of gent
Eager to display his wealth and
Devour their sinless souls
Into a bleak prostitution
Of all that they had
Naivety struck a thunderous blow
And they accepted their lot
Lowly carcasses to be traded in
Opportunists flocked to the places
Where darkened rooms held squeals
Raping the fibre of womankind