Bread and Gunpowder

Empty bellies scream louder than the guns
Through the mud of Paris, the revolution runs
The price of wheat rose high, but our spirit didn't bend
The fury of a mother, the King couldn't comprehend
Miles of grey horizon, under the pouring rain
Thousands of voices, rising through the pain

We don't want your diamonds, nor your golden hall
We've come to claim our justice, and a crust of bread for all!

March on, woman, history's at your feet
Versailles is trembling, hear the drum beat
Gold and silk won't silence the truth we bring
Women at the front, we're unmaking the King!
From the market to the palace, steady and bold
A new world is rising, or so we've been told

Seven hours walking, iron in our hands
Pikes and scythes against their cold commands
Lafayette was following, but we led the way
No one walked alone on that judgment day
The luxury of the court met the dirt upon the floor
And the Austrian Queen heard the knocking at the door

They call us fragile shadows, hidden in the home
But we're the ones who dragged the monarch from his throne
Without our Yes, the crown is just a hollow thing
We are the living fire, the winter and the spring!

March on, woman, history's at your feet
Versailles is trembling, hear the drum beat
Gold and silk won't silence the truth we bring
Women at the front, we're unmaking the King!

The bread reached Paris
But the woman's voice?
It will never be silenced again

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