Marie Antoinette lost her head
When she mocked the poor who had no bread.
To further compound her mistake,
She said that they should just eat cake!
So blind to their fearsome plight was she
Who ate cake all day completely free.
But, if you think her fate unjust,
Or think on her with pity,
First I ask you to look around,
At the people in her starving cities;
At the poor and homeless,
Who, in freezing cold,
Drop like flies before they’re old.
With no safe place to lay their head
Except under the gravestone when their dead.
Though I too once looked with pity
On this princess and her starving city,
She could have seen as plain as day
That, to avoid sorrow and dismay,
For the price of a single ring or jewel
She could have fed all those to whom she’d been so cruel.
But then I realised her suggestion was skilful,
Though founded on ignorance,
Systematic and wilful:
She’d deliberately chosen not to see
The reality of strife,
And how her enormous wealth
Could affect a poor man’s life.
And so in truth it might be said,
“Be glad the rich young bitch is dead”
But though I do feel a bit this way,
It’s really only ‘sorta’…
After all, I cannot help but see
She still was someone’s daughter!
But although she may be very dead
And really quite long gone
There are all too many ‘marionettes’
Just like her, left to carry on.
David L Rowlands