(For Charlotte Corday) (暫未譯成中文. 可能稍後吧, 諒)
They accused you for not being a virgin,
An autopsy proved them wrong
And an idiot picked up your head from the wicker
Upon your face he lashed blows hard and strong.
They said your eyes glared angrily
“Hey, Monsieur, are you nuts?
You only dare maltreat a dead lady
When you faced the tyrants, where the hell were your guts?”
They say he was a hero
The revolution’s beloved son.
But YOU are my lady hero
Walking high in the roll of drums
The guillotine might intimidate
But only for the meek
You did what was necessary
Cause you know Liberty never comes cheap
They may paint a halo in his portrait
monuments and busts might bear his name
But I knew you would just snort and giggle
Cause you did not do it for fame
That day at the Place de la Concode
France lost a daughter fine and true
But a message was sent to the powerful
Even a humble lass has a way to say : No!
By Hitomi