Furious Freedom

The chilling fear.
A silent whimper.
One October dream.
Metal clashing with concrete.
Flesh drowned in red glory.
Words and hope entwined.
A deep desire.
The sincere want.
Undeniable courage.
Bravery beyond measure.

To stay.
To love.

Red.
White.
Green.
Battlefields on streets.
Children with guns.
Emotions running along.
The future a day old.
A past haunting.
The endless reverie.
One enduring belief.

To stay.
To fight.

Chest meets a bullet.
Blood dries the cobble.
Leaves cover the battle.
Tanks flatten the hope.
One scream.
The immense pain.
Freedom’s here.
Freedom’s gone.
Iron invites.
Ropes dangle.

To stay.
To leave.

Pages torn.
History deleted.
Lies embraced.
Ideals invented.
People erased.
Heroes created.
Fear paralysing.
Helplessness overpowering.
Doubts lurking.
The truth dying.

To feel.
To be.

Faces unchanged.
Names proudly paraded.
Five decades ever embedded.
Numbers fabricated.
One honest desire.
Bullets to not have been in vain.
Lives to not have been in vain.

Freedom to not have been in vain.