French Revolution
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The Coming of the Third Estate
By John Kyriazoglou
A poem dedicated to the French Revolution inspired by Ancient Greek Wisdom
Where French upper clergy and nobility had a choice
I'd like to think my footsteps echo
off the white stone bridge
but such tranquil sounds overpowered
destroyed
by the dull roar of the arriving crowd
what stone should gleam instead is pale
(*Camille Desmoulins 1760-1794, French journalist and politician)
Revolution’s victory cry
We shout “Death to the King!” and “Viva La France!”
Not once allowing ourselves a moment’s breathe.
French Revolution
People begging
Sickness spreading
A child left alone
A chase across a lifetime
The rebellion begins
Love blossoming at first sight
Souls ripped apart by fear
I.
Licking the salty dust off the toothed ground
Tongues bloody
Puddles of blood—no—red wine
A wine cask shattered
Feasting on its contents
Devouring it like Savage Beasts
In 1789, there was the start of the French Revolution
Everywhere in France, battles were about to ignite
The country was in devastation
Blood ran through the streets every night
We were once happy,
Before it all began.
Now we must try to get by,
As those we love die.
It started with that war,
Far off in America.
The king sent all our sons,
To be shot by foreign guns.
