Volume 18 , Issue 32

1934, Bonnie Parker Had Predicted End In A Poem

In the Abilene Reporter News, out of Abilene, Texas, dated 25 May 1934, Friday, page 1, we find an associated press article from Dallas, dated May 24 (1934), "Bonnie Parker Had predicted End In a Poem."

Found on Newspapers.com

Dallas, May 24 (1934) - Bonnie parker had a premonition months ago that she and Clyde Barrow would be killed, and she predicted in a poem that their deaths would "bring grief to a few" and "relief to the law."

Verse Bonnie parker wrote
You have read the story of Jesse James.
Of how he lived and died.
If you still are in need of something to read,
Here is the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang,
I'm sure you all have read
How they rob and steal,
And how those who squeal,
Are usually found dying or dead.
There are lots of untruths to their write-ups,
They are not so ruthless as that;
Their nature is raw;
They hate all the law
The stool pigeons, spotters and rats.
They class them as cold-blooded killers,
They say they are heartless and mean,
But I say this with pride
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the law fooled around,
Kept tracking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
"I will never be free,
So I will meet a few of them in hell."
This road was so dimly lighted;
There was no highway signs to guide,
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn't give up till they died.
The roads gets dimmer and dimmer,
Something you can hardly see,
But it's fight, man to man,
And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.
From heart-break some people have suffered;
From weariness some people have died;
But take it all in all,
Our troubles are small
Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue or guide;
If they can't find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean
And hand it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There's two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob;
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand,
Nor the Kansas City depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy;
"I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
In these awful hard times
We'd make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped."
The police haven't got the report yet,
But Clyde called me up today;
He said, "Don't start any fights
We aren't working nights
We're joining the NRA."
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide,
Where the women are kin,
And the men are men,
And they won't "stool" on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night
They're invited to fight
By a sub-gun's rat-tat-tat.
They don't think they're too tough or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
They've been shot at before,
But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Some day they'll go down together;
And they'll bury them side by side;
To few it'll be grief
To the law a relief
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
-- Bonnie Parker
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