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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Women of the Town</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is up from out the alleys, from the alleys dark and vile—<br>It is up from out the alleys I have struggled for a while—<br>Just to breathe the breath of Heaven ere my devil drags me down,<br>And to sing a song of pity for the women of the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Johnnies in the private bar room, weak and silly, vain and blind—<br>Even they would shrink and shudder if they knew the hell behind,<br>And the meanest wouldn’t grumble when he’s bilked of half-a-crown<br>If he knew as much as I do of the women of the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I see the end too plainly of the golden-headed star<br>Who is smiling like an angel in the gilded private bar—<br>Drifting to the third-rate houses, drifting, sinking lower down<br>Till she raves in some foul parlour with the women of the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To the dingy beer-stained parlour all day long the outcasts come—<br>Draggled, dirty, bleared, repulsive, shameless, aye, and rotten some—<br>They have sold their bodies and would sell their souls for drink to drown<br>Memories of wrong that haunt them—haunt the women of the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have seen the haunting terror of the ‘horrors’ in their eyes,<br>Heard them cry to Christ to help them as the mansoul never cries,<br>While the smirking landlord listened with a grin or with a frown.<br>Oh, they suffer hell in drinking, do the women of the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have known too well, God help me! to what depths a man can sink,<br>Sacrificing wife and children, fame and honour, all for drink.<br>Deeper, deeper sink the women, for the veriest drunken clown<br>Has his feet upon the shoulders of the women of the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s a heavy cloud that’s lying on my spirit like a pall—<br>’Tis the horror and injustice and the hopelessness of all—<br>There’s the love of one for ever that no sea of sin can drown,<br>And she loves a brute, God help her! does the woman of the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O my sisters, O my sisters, I am powerless to aid;<br>’Tis a world of prostitution, it is business, it is trade,<br>And they profit from the brewer and the smirking landlord down<br>To the bully and the bludger, on the women of the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, the heart of one great poet* called to heaven in a line—<br>Crying, ‘Mary, pity women!’—You have whiter souls than mine.<br>And if in the grand Hereafter there is one shall wear a crown—<br>For the hell that men made for her—’tis the Woman of the Town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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It is up from out the alleys I have struggled for a while—
Just to breathe the breath of Heaven ere my devil drags me down,
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