The Regime That Revolved

A poem based on the French Revolution.

France, a country, with estates three,

Never set the third ones free,

From tax, from work, from mockery

From never ending inferiority.

The classy ones they shout and sneer,

And live in heaven, with near and dear.

They ate and drank and drank some wine,

The kids were kings when they were nine.

The peasants, they worked in the fields,

The sun burned them, for they had no shields.

They worked in sun, in hail, in rain,

And they never got a single gain.

Oh sans culottes, bring us food,

Oh useless people, do us good.

The aristocrats they command-

They never stepped on burning sand.

And finally the third ones felt,

Under the sun of power, they would melt.

'We want change,' they demand,

'We want oh want to live real grand.'

The king Louis, he ignored, 

Marie, too, she wasn't bored. 

The angry French they waged a war,

They had to walk- there was no car.

They took an oath in the Tennis Court,

To destroy rulers of this sort.

They fought and fired the Bastille, 

And they all wanted to kill.

In Seventeen Hundred Ninety Two,

France came victorious, up from the shoe. 

Liberty, Equality, Fraternity,

Welcome to the end of tyranny. 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading!

Reviews

[wordman]

and it is still the same,different scenery but the same ole grind

[amina]

Yes what you said is true

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[Faabi]

I enjoyed your take on french revolution .It was interesting with a tinge of humour. It really shows your hard work that you put into it.The title was gripping. I liked the flow of the poem . congrats. Keep it up

[amina]

Thank you. This was written in a simpler form because if the wording is difficult, then we lose that flow.