Snitches

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Oh snitches get stitches, isn't that what they say

For the people of Paris always find a way 

to tell the lie

a sick one at that

 

My father my mother, my sister and brother

all wound up on the vicious cutting board

that vial Robespierre, how dare he think

he's above it all, like a man on a hoard

 

The poor, poor people of paris, 

There minds twisted and the pockets lay

and empty with just air and moulded over rats

Oh snitches get stitches, isn't that what they say 

 

  • Author: William Kennedy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2024 11:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: I just finished a couple documentaries detailing the terrible period in french history before Napoleon, so I thought of a poem detailing the Red terror, a period in which approx. 40,000 people died from the guillotine. Enjoy :)
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  • Tony36

    Great write



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