He that trod upon subservient Europe
with the imperial guards' fighting prowess,
did himself and his heartthrob the empress,
entrench thrones jointly owned by their hookup.
He that caused guns to rage on Europe's plains
and cannons to thunder on Egypt's sands,
sent hussars and mamluks to distant flight.
He usurped crowns for his dear siblings' gains,
and enthroned loyalists to head vanquished lands.
But was banished for good from France's sight
after a stunning loss on Belgium's plains.
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Joseph C Ogbonna (
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Beautiful 😍 thank you for this
He child of such ill-fated circumstance
it defies, belief
In-fact only those preposterously
fantastic events
that took place to instigate ww1
garner, more bewilderment...
From his Corsica routes
and that embattled and begrudging
Pasquale Paoli's, grave miscalculations
of Bonaparte's potential..
We would have another roman empire
resurgence, via Genoese - Genoa
instead
it was the French that de facto, benefited
from this great tactician
and driven, embodiment
of Humanity's capacity to shape
the world!
He could have been so - so
much more, but for a little luck
what a shame...
(thanks for sharing
such a wonderfully informative poem)
a great read
'in my humble opinion'
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