I am a born child of Badajoz,
Blessed daughter of Holy Spain.
A whore to French gentle-men,
But a life of little gain.
I am lucky and I am cursed,
I am taken for beauty,
To please each Master,
Or suffer much, much worse.
I suckle a golden child,
From a French Captain or same,
One of a dozen, a score,
No father to give her name.
I must tease each eager phallus,
With red lips and soft tongue,
Often in a duelling pair,
More than once to a line-up strung.
With swords drawn blood ready,
And each man fully addressed,
The dark wine fuels their ardour,
My naked body is stung and caressed.
Breasts are slapped and handled,
Teats are pulled so cruel.
My rear is flailed with cane,
Rope trussed and led for a mule.
For jest and for carnal pleasure,
I am sheared of my dark down,
My shame is widely splayed,
A prize of the Emperor's crown.
I am taken, once and again,
I am taken by each and all,
I must take French seed to my belly,
I must take French seed to my gall.
There are no cries, there are no tears,
My weakness, my trial, my fate,
If this is God's will, to bear,
If Mercedes shows me how to wait.
My child is my will to endure,
So my child is saved from grace
To seize a free Spain from tyranny
For her to take her rightful place.
The siege is deadly upon us,
I see French fears grow and grow,
Day by day it approaches,
But my body suffers each English blow.
A distant glimpse of coats of glory red,
Of flags, of horse, a bloody end in sight,
As cannon spew fire into our breaches,
I am used and used afore the final fight.
Silent prayers, an English deliverance,
God's victors in red, green and braid gold,
Bringing food, wine and free sustenance,
Bringing peace, love and send French cold.
I am a born child of Badajoz,
Blessed daughter of Holy Spain.
I am hidden in terror flight and fear,
My holy mother is wild English slain.
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HOLA JASMINE ~ Gracias por tu prima poema muy grafica ! BADAJOZ Ciudad famosa de Extramadura cerca de Portugal ! Your POEM is elegantly penned pulsating with rhyme rhythm and sensuality ! A delight to read and recite ! A courtesan to the FRENCH providing them sensual pleasure and them providing you with Ninos d'Oro ~ awesome. Lines 13 to 32 are very sexplicit and speak for themselves and need no commentary ! You accept your fate as "The Will of GOD for the Honour of Spain" But all conflicts are FINITE and the ENGLISH arrive to conquer the FRENCH and you have Food ~ Wine ~ Sustenance & Freedom ! All Englishmen are Gentlemen (and Gentle Lovers) and do not act like Animals towards our LADIES ! Thanks for sharing ~ Please check my SITE ~ Yours BRIAN (UK)
Saludos, Brian.
After storming the blood-soaked breaches, the English went on the rampage, looting, raping and murdering. Days later, fresh troops restored order, by then some 4,000 citizens of Badajoz - men, women & children lay dead. Military disobedience saw a number of floggings, but none were hanged for their crimes. A dark stain on Wellesley's bright red coat.
The old may have known what was coming, the young would have seen their hopes violently snatched away, the very young would see orphanship or an early demise.
Gracias JASMINE ~ I am aware of History ~ so I am aware the ENGLISH SOLDIERS can behave BADLY as well ~ I always see myself and my Fellow Countrymen through ROSE COLOURED glasses. At least in the current World Cup in Russia all the ENGLISH TEAM have played like Gentlemen ~ while some other Countries have played like Animals and our supporters have been well behaved ! The same is true of WIMBLEDON ~ but then TENNIS is a Gentlemen's Game ~ Played by Gentlemen & Ladies ! Hasta la Vista ~ BRIAN (UK)
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