Let Them Eat Cake

When the highborns make off with wars

The lowborns take in most of the suffering

With resources focused on fueling the chaos

The lives of the abased is the only thing that's ending

Besides the poison from the fumes of war

Is also this nasty time of famine

Is it not much better to be rid from this world?

Thought the parents of these poor gamins

A noble man who was from humble beginnings

Served patria as the royal family's adviser

Though whatever charitable act he proposed

The war goes first they'd reply, but really they were just misers.

"If help cannot come to their wretched parents,

Then think of their poor sick children, for goodness' sake."

To which the princess ignorantly replied,

"If there are no bread, then let them eat cake."

The family gave an aprroving laugh to the princess

And the noble man stormed out

He strode on far away as he can  

From these beautifully adorned louts

When the foundation breaks

It takes everything atop along with it

What will these blind nobles do then

When the poor ends up in a pit?

The noble man passed by the shanties

Hidden behind the riches of the city

Then a petite gamine tugged on his coat

Asking for bread and pity

He smiled weakly at her

Then gave her a few francs

The petite gamine smiled from ear to ear

Gave the noble man a hug and her thanks

Then the noble man told her

"How would you like to never go hungry again?"

The gamine replied to him,

"Will you give me a hundred francs instead of this ten?"

He shook his head and asked her,

"Have you been a good girl?"

"I haven't stolen anything or lied if that's what you mean, monsieur."

She answered proudly and with a twirl.

"I know of a song, almost like a spell,

And singing this spell gives you something better than bread."

"Better than bread? What ever could that be?"

The petite gamin asked and cocked her head.

"Promise me that starving children like you,

Will know of this song I'll sing.

No elder people must know,

Not your mother, not the priest, or even the king."

The petite gamine nodded

And waited for the song of the noble man

She smiled as he began to hum a tune

And listened as carefully as she can

Little fairies

Hear me sing

I can feel my tummy

Rumbling

Little fairies

I have been good

No lies, no disobedience

Like a good child should

Little fairies

For that I wish that you make

Something as good as I've been

Like a batch of cakes

Little fairies

Please just say

That you will help

Keep me full for days

Little fairies

The path of good I shall take

Even in these dark times

Just for a cake

The noble man finished his song

And the petite gamine looked glad

"Will the fairies really give me cake

For not being bad?"

The noble man nodded

And insisted she close her eyes and try

She did what she was told

And was so happy she could cry

When she opened her eyes

She couldn't believe what she was seeing

A tiny cake was in front of her

As colourful and as big as the fairies around it flying

She took the cake and asked the noble man

"Monsieur, how can this be?"

"Fairies never let children starve

For in every children that lives a fairy does too you see?"

The petite gamine run off to share with the children

The song of the fairies she just learned

The noble man smiled in the distance

Witnessing what he had always yearned 

The poor didn't suffer from starvation as much as before

And the nobles did not bother as long as they weren't a pain

The noble man never returned to the royal family though

Nor did the petite gamine saw him again