ΕΛΕΥΘΕΡΙΑ, ΙΣΟΤΗΣ, ΑΔΕΛΦΟΤΗΣ ΚΑΙ... ΓΑΙΑ ΠΥΡΙ ΜΕΙΧΘΗΤΩ

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5 Απριλίου 1794Η ΚΑΡΑΤΟΜΗΣΗ
ΤΟΥ ΗΓΕΤΗ ΤΗΣ ΓΑΛΛΙΚΗΣ ΕΠΑΝΑΣΤΑΣΗΣ ΔΑΝΤΟΝ (DANTON)
(Γένν. 1759),
ΥΣΤΕΡΑ ΑΠΟ ΑΠΟΦΑΣΗ
ΤΗΣ "ΕΠΙΤΡΟΠΗΣ ΛΑΪΚΗΣ
(ΕΘΝΙΚΗΣ/ΔΗΜΟΣΙΑΣ) ΣΩΤΗΡΙΑΣ"
ΤΗΣ ΓΑΛΛΙΑΣ.

Είχε κάνει το λάθος να απευθύνει έκκληση στην αιμοδιψή
συμμορία "Ροβεσπιέρος, Σεν Ζιστ & Σια" για να τεθεί τέρμα
στη φριχτή περίοδο της "Τρομοκρατίας", όπου στάλθηκαν
στην γκιλοτίνα αναπολόγητοι και με παρωδίες δικών
χιλιάδες αθώοι άνθρωποι.
Liberté, égalité, fraternité και... γαία πυρί μειχθήτω!

Le Coeur de Plomb

"Liberté,
égalité,
fraternité,
Ou la mort"

Liberty, equality, fraternity,
Three words to ignite the very soul
And death
Bestowing his wooden mold

To the French Revolution.
When splendor had been held tight
By the precious sons of injustice,
Claiming it all their God-given right,

When famine had consumed
The poor benighted citizenry
To the very bones of existence,
And nowhere could they see

Any flicker of hope,
They turned on their enlightened brothers;
Down with all the sparkling trinkets
Of the Old Regime lovers.

Down with silken covers,
Down with the palace of gold,
Down with very church,
Down with everything of Old!

Up with Rousseau,
Up with Lafayette,
Up with Danton,
Up with Marat,
Up with Robespierre,

Up with Death...Death...Death...Death!
At every turn she showed her rustic blade -
Madame Guillotine
With her bloody spade

To till the land,
Weeding out the old errors,
And planting a new era
Overgrown with hateful terrors.

Ghastly night
Mankind reaped
Its basest frights
After a King they decided they would not keep.

The general will
Urged them on,
Captive in the minds of the people
And keeping them headstrong

In their blood-thirsty rage,
Twisting them even against the sidewalk
Where the innocent man stands
Not knowing he is being stalked

By death...death...death...death!
Everywhere and at every turn.
A lesson had been taught,
But the people had over-learned!

Death was not the General Will,
But the general will became death.
And when the monster destroyed its father,
The people looked around but so little was left.

From error,
To hope,
To terror -
It was a blade of grass through coagulated water

With so much innocent blood shed
The question stands:
Could it have been done without a heart of Pb?