1789, people of France, assemble!
The King cares more about his mistresses
Than he does about his starving people.
The Queen worries about her dresses,
When the starving people say there is no more bread
She answers "Give them brioche".
Ladies, take arms and fight for yourselves!
Knights in shining armours are beheading you.
1968, youth of France, assemble!
The doddery and deaf men governing you
Are smothering your fierce spirit and your fire.
Scream, dance, fight the night away
In skirts or in jeans, stand proud at the barricades
"Under the pavement, the beach!"
Women, take arms and fight for yourselves!
Knights in shining armours are no more.
2018, women of the world, assemble!
Patriarchy is pushing us back into the kitchen
Get the knives and make your way out.
Make-up and mini-skirts, messy hair and sweatpants,
Hair of all lengths and colours, get together and
Fight for the future of all.
Sisters, take arms and fight!
You can wear shining armours too.
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