The French Revolution: a Sonnet
Revolution – popular discontent –
From which revolt of third estate arose
Of burden’d citizens which all resent;
Monarch’s frivolities must be disposed.
Committee of public safety, in charge,
Dooms all to die at Jacobin command –
The guillotine strikes fear, makes numbers large
Embrace of death that variance demands.
All are ruled under the directory,
With those that led now dead, missing their heads.
Among them, none could guess trajectory
Of the directory torn now to shreds
Through one man, emperor by self ordained:
The great Napoleon, o’er France to reign.
Copyright © Lola Dreamz | Year Posted 2011
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