Journée

• Alexader Levett, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

Seventeen Eighty-nine
Sentenced to execution
I feel not fear, nor saturnine
This is, revolution.

Fourteenth of July
Assault on the Bastille
Nothing left to abide by
As this prison is reduced to nil.

The Great Fear, insurrection
Assemble to abolish feudalism
Finally begin to find direction
A true new order, without euphemism.

Seventeen Ninety-three
Reign of Terror begin
Blood spilled like a red sea
Robespierre’s flowing within.