Of Days When Blades Turned Blunt

According to this calender

Nine thermidor, year two

Age of the national razor

Humane mass-murdering tool

Executioner's grinning

As the axe comes down

Swift smooth separation

Off goes another crown

Thus kings and queens convicted

Like Marie-Antoinette

Her mug too in the basket

By pulling the lunette

Sentenced by thousands

Under "la grande terreur"

A dark tale of repression

And the beheadings that occurred

Pre-eminent symbol

For blood the masses roar

Indomitable justice

The crowd demanding more

Square of decapitations

Place de revolution

Where severed faces murmur

Of days when blades turned blunt