In twilight's hush, a whisper rose,
The third estate, burdened like woes,
With humble lives and toil so grand,
They sought relief across the land.
The call grew louder, echoed near,
Unheard laments from hearts severe,
In squalor deep, their voices strong,
Demanding rights no more gone wrong.
The Bastille fell with its dark tower,
Revolution unleashed its power,
Equality in fiery dance,
United now in common stance.
The third estate in strength reborn,
Their rights upheld amidst life's morn,
Liberty, in hearts aflame,
From ashes rises freedom's claim.
Through tears and strife, oppression shed,
The people spoke, with hopes outspread,
The French Revolution's grand decree,
Third estate united and free.