"Where to love?" wheezed through ashy breath
Inside mirror adjusted further rear
A creepy grin, a pat of the seat
"Do you not want to come sit up 'ere?"
Polite decline, avoid eye contact
Legs crossed, cardigan pulled tighter
Silent prayer, counting the streets
"Don't worry love, I won't bite ya"
Hands clamped around wet paper
Mere minutes from the safety of home
"You know, there are other ways of paying"
Or street corners she could roam
"What was the house number, darlin?"
"So I can drop you at your door"
"The streets are dodgy this time of night"
"I've seen it all before"
Drop me here please, an insistent stammer
Money already forced into his jar
"Don't you want your change, my dear?"
"Change? You'll never change the pig you are!"
A trembling young lady frightened to the very core
And the reputations of the many left tattered on the floor
The driver he rolls off, on the prowl for more fresh meat
The silent hidden predator, safe hidden behind his seat
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Tales of Injustice- a poetry anthology
PoetryA collection of poems, written by Seb Jenkins, all based on stories and thoughts of injustice within our society. Whether it's racism, sexism, homelessness, or war, these poems collect broad, and widely shared feelings towards issues in modern life...
