The 'Miserable' Fantine has to pay
by Freeyad Ibrahim
From poverty and need
Fantine suffered indeed
She got nothing and got
Yet a mouth to feed
As a pauper she crouched
ever lower
No longer possessed a bed
Her cloth-case with no drawer
Her blanket being her ceiling
Her mattress was her floor
Her bed room with no window
But a broken rusty door
She coughed fiercely the whole night
Her once moon-face no more bright
The second- hand dealer badgered her
The innkeeper who fed her Cossette
Asked her for 100 francs to pay
Her landlord whom she owed rent
Fiercely demanded his rent and said:
"You are still young and pretty
You can pay me out your beauty."
Her beauty too was against her.
&
O monsieur Mr. HUGO
I feel as "miserable" as Fantine
You are lamenting Léopoldine
and make me weep for Fantine
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Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen
May,2020
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