The Saga of Fuere

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My son is taking World History and he was asked to write a poem about the French Revolution.  I'm very proud of him and wanted to share this with you.  This was his submission:

The Saga of Fuere

by Joseph Thompson
10-3-11

    My name is Fuere, and zis is my story:

I am a farmer, whose heart is true,
I water the ground with sweet liquid blue.
But when I remember, my heart fills with dread,
The time that I drenched the ground in red.

The King of old France, who's head I would axe,
began to ask for my wife to pay tax,
when we had already paid a very large sum
in gold, wheat, butter and rum.
My family was famished,
Unduly so,
And where else
would we go?
This was our home for many a year,
held through the loss of all we held dear.
And then I heard the call:

“Any who live in forgotten third class,
the time is now  to revolt!
The King has begotten us,
cast us away! He would sow
our land with salt! Here ye, here ye,
If ye be a member of social class three,
than pick up a sword, and come with me!”

With that man, my family did come,
leaving behind the land that we called home,
with sword and pike with fork in hand,
to find our place and balance the land.

The ground we did soil with the sap of mens veins,
And eat little we did through nigh endless pains,
but when all hope was lost and we fought through sheer will,
we saw a white flag flying high from Bastille.

Like a phoenix in fire, our land was reborn...
but forever shall our hearts be torn.