Hope by Abayomi Habib

I am the hope of the brothel house,

As I became a hero of the brothel night as a prostitute,

Who dance's with all the sexual maniacs,

When will I see the altar of love again ,

After many years of being dirty at the brothel house,

How many years will become famished of being a city prostitute,

And the famished city becomes a cry of the prostitute night,

Whose hope has died young after the deadly circle of the Aid's disease,

How many years will the brothel house haunt the house with the power of her romantic love.

I am bettyQ