History Landmarked

The cortege of nobility and clergy

sets in motion slowly

on the way to the scaffold.

Their final eye's fixed on the sky

under which they lived superior

to the rabble turned rebel

that ordered them to die.

Guillotine's knife reflects grimly

the shine of a rising sun

that predicts rivers of red

heads pierced as trophy

it's a shame to be among the dead.

The Reign of Terror makes them bleed

cause the rabble needs to be fed

But the masses and the classes mix-up

so the pointed massacre turns at random.

Even leaders of the revolt are dragged into their

own ostracism, kill each other cause of pursuit

personal phantom.

But as a collective, they already consumed

the feudal web, started liberation with grandeur

at revolution's first unstable step