Polly

This is how newspapers lie
About his victims, about you
You were out for the night making merry
Ignoring the church going lords

Who would take away the fun you earned
That a hardworking girl deserves

Hardworking they say but how
For you to be found lying dead
In a Whitechapel street – not a woman
but like one fulfilling expectations

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012