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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 © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 3/8/2011 12:24:00 PM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Lola. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. Enter and enjoy some of the contests and I wish you the best in them. Love, Carol
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