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ShirleyB Jan 2016
When muskets shattered bones within the chest,
an era slipped from time; new shadows born
where history cast its cape on Budapest.

Their fate entombed in honour; doom the guest.
No haven in their valour, loudly worn,
when muskets shattered bones within the chest.

The sabre steel lies dormant in its quest,
its master slain in scarlet fields of corn,
where history cast its cape on Budapest.

One leader freed; damnation for the rest.
Thirteen there stood; thirteen then shot at dawn,
when muskets shattered bones within the chest.

These Arad martyrs, ever standing lest
long centuries erode the passion borne
where history cast its cape on Budapest.

Glasses do not kiss, by grief’s request.
Laid quietly the ghosts that gently mourn
where muskets shattered bones within the chest
when history cast its cape on Budapest.
During the 1849 Revolution, the Hungarians were overthrown by the Austria/Russia.
13 Generals were subsequently executed. Their memorials still stand in Arad. Legend has it that whilst the execution was taking place, the Austrians were clinking their beer glasses in celebration. The Hungarians vowed never to clink beer glasses for 150 years. It is still considered in bad taste to this day.
Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014
White skies over Galleria Mall Arad Romania again,
Angel Evelyne arrives, singing about
love, looking beautiful and amazing things

Among the young Stars
laughing near silence
where children await

Now blue stars fade
into happy beginnings
then love for children once more.

by Angel Ron


Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
These words were written for the Romanian singer Evelyne Cojocar.
A Guardian Angel to all Children.
Des sabres sont partout posés sur les provinces.
L'autel ment. On entend ceux qu'on nomme les princes
Jurer, d'un front tranquille et sans baisser les yeux,
De faux serpents qui font, tant ils navrent les âmes,
Tant ils sont monstrueux, effroyables, infâmes,
Remuer le tonnerre endormi dans les cieux.

Les soldats ont fouetté des femmes dans les rues.
Où sont la liberté, la vertu ? disparues !
Dans l'exil ! dans l'horreur des pontons étouffants !
Ô nations ! où sont vos âmes les plus belles ?
Le boulet, c'est trop peu contre de tels rebelles
Haynau dans les canons met des têtes d'enfants.

Peuple russe, tremblant et morne, tu chemines,
Serf à Saint-Pétersbourg, ou forçat dans les mines.
Le pôle est pour ton maître un cachot vaste et noir ;
Russie et Sibérie, ô czar ! tyran ! vampire !
Ce sont les deux moitiés de ton funèbre empire ;
L'une est l'oppression, l'autre est le Désespoir.

Les supplices d'Ancône emplissent les murailles.
Le pape Mastaï fusille ses ouailles ;
Il pose là l'hostie et commande le feu.
Simoncelli périt le premier ; tous les autres
Le suivent sans pâlir, tribuns, soldats, apôtres ;
Ils meurent, et s'en vont parler du prêtre à Dieu.

Saint-Père, sur tes mains laisse tomber tes manches !
Saint-Père, on voit du sang à tes sandales blanches !
Borgia te sourit, le pape empoisonneur.
Combien sont morts ? combien mourront ? qui sait le nombre ?
Ce qui mène aujourd'hui votre troupeau dans l'ombre,
Ce n'est pas le berger, c'est le boucher, Seigneur !

Italie ! Allemagne ! ô Sicile ! ô Hongrie !
Europe, aïeule en pleurs, de misère amaigrie,
Vos meilleurs fils sont morts ; l'honneur sombre est absent.
Au midi l'échafaud, au nord un ossuaire.
La lune chaque nuit se lève en un suaire,
Le soleil chaque soir se couche dans du sang.

Sur les français vaincus un saint-office pèse.
Un brigand les égorge, et dit : je les apaise.
Paris lave à genoux le sang qui l'inonda ;
La France garrottée assiste à l'hécatombe.
Par les pleurs, par les cris, réveillés dans la tombe,
- Bien ! dit Laubardemont ; - Va ! dit Torquemada.

Batthyani, Sandor, Poërio, victimes !
Pour le peuple et le droit en vain nous combattîmes.
Baudin tombe, agitant son écharpe en lambeau.
Pleurez dans les forêts, pleurez sur les montagnes !
Où Dieu mit des édens les rois mettent des bagnes
Venise est une chiourme et Naple est un tombeau.

Le gibet sur Arad ! le gibet sur Palerme !
La corde à ces héros qui levaient d'un bras ferme
Leur drapeau libre et fier devant les rois tremblants !
Tandis qu'on va sacrer l'empereur Schinderhannes,
Martyrs, la pluie à flots ruisselle sur vos crânes,
Et le bec des corbeaux fouillé vos yeux sanglants.

Avenir ! avenir ! voici que tout s'écroule !
Les pâles rois ont fui, la mer vient, le flot roule,
Peuples ! le clairon sonne aux quatre coins du ciel ;
Quelle fuite effrayante et sombre ! les armées
S'en vont dans la tempête en cendres enflammées,
L'épouvante se lève. - Allons, dit l'Eternel !

Jersey, le 5 novembre 1852.
Johnny Noiπ Mar 2019
Another February 22 was born
in 1788 in Ghent, Poland-Lithuania.
Today, Gunstock, Poland Today,
President of the Wall Street Journal.
47 died, other James was used
or Mercury, Birds other than the other
German family-dominated species.
None of them want religious theology.
He blasphemed everybody of his new
generation of democrats,    and he became
very angry about the new property
in French and Latin. Since Jeddah
was a 1793 presidium in the United States
and John Dawg in the Homburg regime,
Elven Weinz continued to negotiate with many
of his parents in British Columbia,                  the predominantly Democratic Congressional Movement. His brother,
Arthur, brother of Arthur, was born July 12, 1797,
the Art of Artists in 1797 and to Have for two
years and with his business associate,
Gregory Blessmary. This is the life of the Gypsy
friends, the life of Gigi and Cujondo, Jean De
Lisbon Antipodes. Arthur was already in 1799:
30 1803 One and most of the Netherlands,
Britain, France, Switzerland, Austria and Africa.
He even liked to listen to me, even when I saw
some things on her chests. He gave Henry his power
and was ready to go home for a university education
and vocational training and to go home.
How was the unworked stored procedure
stored by XM Marcus? During his great
victory, he feared the star
             that emerges as the star
             escapes into the inner star. It must be of great effect
             from the Father. In fact, John Quintin made a quiz
             about his spiritual life. 1805 Henry presented himself
in the Waterfowl Fiction in Hamburg.
                   The United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees (UNHCR)
is very worrisome and sad, and it is intense
in the last months of life.   Arthas is similar
                                            to the one shown
                                            on the youth grown
                                            from the father.
                                       There are a number of other mental health problems
                                        in the father's home.
Johnships are often seen as social welfare.
For other purposes, her father's sorrow and
her mother, my patients. Most women's groups
and Johns have left Henry's Shankinghorn
family with children.                                          Arthur is guilty of conspiracy
to use others. He is one of the most important
                      government bonds and has earned
                      the interest rate of university professors.
                      Arthur is like a little boy
in the past two years as the honors
of the fathers and right is very slim,
his lifetime from the United States,
the commanders will get old.                                                            P­rimarily,
partly, the common problems in Latin are common,
to learn,                                     to learn the importance of each teaching unit.
                                                   One author is used to enjoying the social life
of famous artists in Wyoming
and Germany. He lived in the
city of Hamburg then moving
to Athens and Arad,                                                            ­He was a merchant
in Johns. At Cairo's Exchange
High School in Saxon-Gothic
Altenburg, a social life,
it is shocking;  An ugly poem
is written down from the first
teachers to the modern
mother-in-law's
Pretoria High School.
Give your mother
a copy of your letter.

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