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Street Walker


She was only a whore they said
Just a druggie on the game
Most of the papers couldn't be
Bothered to correctly spell her name.
Just an illegal immigrant tart,
Part of one of those foreign mobs
Over here to claim our benefits
Ot take over all  of our jobs.
Not one of  your high class call girls
Who service the Commons and Lords
Free of the general approbation
Such elevated statue affords.

Not your enthusiastic amateur
Who put it about for free
Or one of those who've made it
By appearing on reality TV.
Not your free loving aristocrat
Hopping gaily from bed to bed
No, just a common street walker
Who unfortunately ended up dead.
Having so dehumanised her as
Just another lump of dead meat
Who earned herself a living by
Selling cheap sex on the street

This allegedly Christian nation
Doesn't  really bother anymore,
Just turns to the sports page
For the latest footie score,
Or, the very wealthy
With no real material cares,
To financial pages to check
Returns on stocks and shares.
Some mother, father or child
Who won't see her anymore
Are suffused with pain and grief
Even though she was only a whore.







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