let the countries fight
“du fruit in la treat?
ahh cafe du monde mademoiselle”
a bunch of french people, sitting at their table,
looked over with berets in their eyes
unwilling to stand for the Texan’s mockery of
their language, their culture, philosophy and other junk
that makes a people a people
the Texan killed the french people and took over
the south western portion of the country that
had, until just now, belonged only to whoever lived there
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Excellent.
it really captures a sense of history and puts you there
kseverny
December 20, 2009 at 3:49 pm
once again, only admiration for your poetry.
it seems odd to me, how many emotions this poem evoked in me, being neither texan nor french – only human.
the lines
“their language, their culture, philosophy and other junk
that makes a people a people”
just wowed me. i don’t know how you do it
glitteringsootonhereyelashes
December 29, 2009 at 11:22 pm