Reply of the Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Sultan of Constantinople

Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire Collection AlcoolsThemes Miscellaneous, PoliticsPeriod 20th century

More criminal than Barabbas
Horned like the evil angels
What Beelzebub are you down there
Fed on filth and mire
We will not go to your sabbaths

Rotten fish of Salonika
Long necklace of dreadful sleeps
Of eyes torn out with a pike
Your mother let out a shitty fart
And you were born of her colic

Executioner of Podolia Lover
Of wounds of ulcers of scabs
Snout of a pig ass of a mare
Keep all your riches
To pay for your medicines

Guillaume Apollinaire

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