Paris Doorway: Red Light
Young soldiers facing death worried not about sin when heading into battle, many of whom never had being in a relationship, and were doomed to a prostitutes embrace to be the only experience of female love they would enjoy before their imminent deaths.
Those who had not lived and loved
Who would never get to, huddled
In the Paris rain, in queue
The Bordello madam smiled
Business boomed: city burns
Sins consequences forgot.
Young men learned it was not much
With wages they never spend
They paid, there’s no point saving.
Enough left for their mothers
Who would cry, pray for their souls
Who’d know nothing of tonight.
Tomorrow, each give their body
For the gratification of generals
In the whorehouse of the battlefield.