Enjoyed and scoffed at by all - respected by none,
At this word - through everybody's vein disgust does run,

Their home is the red light area for a million,
Little do we think- red is the hue of the pious vermilion,

They sell their trunks to help their canopy grow,
We uproot and use them like there is no tomorrow,

Whore, sex worker, illegitimate we call them,
But- 'Inhumane, lusty devils'- we should wear as emblem,

At cost of hours they are bought,
In the dark- for maintaining the taboo we get caught,

True to themselves, they only auction their bodies,
Lying to our souls, we mask behind those dark hoodies,

Stepping the stairs of desire is rational,
But backhanding those who help is a work of a criminal!

Our thoughts mirror society's,
Lets pledge to perform this duty!

© tuli