Gypsy Guy

Well, Gypsy Guy would rather die than hunker down in chains,

be ridden south with bit in mouth, or heed the hold of reins;

the ones that plot are in a spot, the boss man he complains:

"The gypsy soul, I can’t control, my patience wears and wanes;

they will not cede to common greed, one only way remains,

in boxcar bins, with violins we’ll freight them out in trains,

and in the bogs, they’ll die like dogs, and everybody gains."

Reviews

[Firebird]

The final line is what makes this for me with its sickening heartlessness. Well written and powerful. Thank you.

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you... yes, some people are capable of unimaginable cruelty...

[olla]

but.. they didn't die like dogs.. gypsy guys are way too clever for that.. is why they can't be tamed..

[Terry O'Leary]

You are right! But the boss man thinks otherwise... that's the 'philosophy of all the rulers...
read moreYou are right! But the boss man thinks otherwise... that's the 'philosophy of all the rulers...
Thanks for reading and your comment

[iand63]

Interesting deceptively simple.

[Terry O'Leary]

Sometimes simplicity is the best... :-))

[Jimmy Yetts]

As it reveals the diabolical mind of a slave-master, this piece also rightfully lauds the strength and determination of Gypsy spirit.
An excellent bit of work!

[Terry O'Leary]

Thank you, Jimmy... much appreciated!