Without a tint that turns it rose
I plainly see the grimy street
People little more than shadows
Without even a crumb to eat
Dresses sewn from tattered rags
No shield against the cold and snow
And of course no noble cares
For the peasants here below
I needn't a great eagle's eyes
To see inside the castle's walls
To see the banquet that is lunch
To see the silken, cosy shawls
Whispers passed straight, left and right
Secret meetings out of sight
We plan the king and queen's downfall
And pure equality for all
We're on the street, a grand parade
A scarlet, white and blue crusade
Keeping in mind our people's plight
Keep up the march, we'll win the fight
Heads roll down and then we're free
Of the greedy monarchy
There is no trace of royalty
In our free community
But now there's chaos everywhere
My people need to have a head
Though they want democracy
I'll take the lead temporarily
I need more time to set the laws
To let the country settle down
Why not I lead a trifle longer?
Fear not, I am no power monger
My country now is prospering
My leadership is for the good
Why spoil harmony, on that note?
Why give my people voice or vote?
Contentment fills the air today
We speak, we sing, we think with bliss
But strip away the rosy tint
We sense something is quite amiss
His ears are shut, he now is deaf
To voices other than his own
He decides through soliloquy
And not discussion, it is known
Our blood was shed, we fought for voice
"For Liberty!" was our refrain
How can we really be content
When powerless we still remain?
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AN: I thought up these two lines a while ago:
Heads roll down and then we're free
Of the greedy monarchy
In this poem I finally got to use them.
Inspiration: I was once walking around Borders and saw this card game about chopping off people's heads. Also, the expression 'rosy tint' and the French Revolution contributed to this. Unfortunately I could only fit Liberté out of the complete slogan in there.
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