Barricade
When the streets are calm and quiet
And the blood has cleansed the land,
The shrewd may fail to ruin,
But the barricade will stand.
Lips move in silent prayer
As they watch their martyr fall,
Head bowed in makeshift reverence,
Fists clenched, he stands tall.
The pavement shines like silver,
With the tears of distant friends,
How simple life once seemed
When it was a mere game of pretend.
They talked of revolution,
Of life beyond their cafe walls,
Though now the chairs are empty;
The barricade remembers all.
Empty smiles and feeble promises only remain,
For all sense of courage
Has diminished with the rain.
These school boys with their dream
Of freedom, life, and liberty,
Ends with the sound of cannons
And the barricade’s divinity.
