The Girl Who Spoke French

She utters not a word

Her hands are chained

Tonight, she’ll die by the sword

but none complained

 

By witchcraft they say

She killed her mother

While kids die every day

Still, they’ll kill another

 

Alas! The crowd learns the truth

They help plead for mercy

For Pete’s sake, she’s hardly a youth

She rejoices saying "Merci, Merci"

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Many cultures across the ages have been caught up in a mob mentality, with devastating results.
Powerful write.
~pat

[Ourebro.]

Woah.

[Leslie Philibert]

Merci !

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad story. Fear allow thing to lose control. A sad vision create by the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[sithlordjp]

Most interesting... Engaging, honest, powrful. Merci for sharing!