French Revolution
French Revolution
and the heads that rolled,
did not get old,
just crimson in the barrel,
revolution warmed, Napolean dawned,
Europe burned in bloody hell...
The slaughter of war that man abhors
the French had their turn in the barrel,
they suffered a hundred years later, in the great world wars,
the balance sheet parallel….
Don Johnson
Inspired by John Smith
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