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Tarred and Feathered

Here I stand before you good people of Liberated France,
The Nazi’s have been beaten and it is time to dance.
But we have a job to do before the celebrations begin,
These woman that stand before you are traitors.
They slept with Nazi soldiers and some even had babies to them.
I cannot believe the horror of these women.
Well now is the time of judgement.
We must shave their heads and paint swaztikas on their chests.
They must not forget they were traitors.
Speak and see if we will forgive you.
“I am Jacqueline. Yes I slept with the Soldiers. I had to do it
to get food for me and my baby. My daughter had already died.
I did not start the war. I was captured and put in a prison camp.
I would have died if I didn’t do these things to survive.”

Shave her head and paint her chest and tar and feather her back.
We must send a message. Viva La France.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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