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On his knees
And forced to be blind
Breathing copper air
He makes no pleas
To those left behind
Brave Jehan Prouvaire
He lived for revolution
And spoke words of gold
Blood covers clothes and hair
He was part of the solution
Believed what he was told
Word master Jehan Prouvaire
He shouts as if confessing
Before the coming night
The break his stride was a dare
To deny what he's professing
Knew that he was in the right
Noble Jehan Prouvaire
A shot rang out
as if angels sing
The executioner does not care
The dead man's friends shout
and the echoes ring -
the final words of Jehan Prouvaire
- by Katanarose |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/06/2008 |
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- Title: Jehan Prouvaire
- Artist: Katanarose
- Description: A poem written about Jehan Prouvaire, from Victor Hugo's Les MIserables. Which I do not own.
- Date: 12/06/2008
- Tags: jehan prouvaire miserables
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