Of Days When Blades Turned Blunt

According to this calender 
  Nine thermidor, year two 
  Age of the national razor 
  Humane mass-murdering tool 

  Executioner's grinning 
  As the axe comes down 
  Swift smooth separation 
  Off goes another crown 

  Thus kings and queens convicted 
  Like Marie-Antoinette 
  Her mug too in the basket 
  By pulling the lunette 

  Sentenced by thousands 
  Under "la grande terreur" 
  A dark tale of repression 
  And the beheadings that occurred 

  Pre-eminent symbol 
  For blood the masses roar 
  Indomitable justice 
  The crowd demanding more 

  Square of decapitations 
  Place de revolution 
  Where severed faces murmur 
  Of days when blades turned blunt