As the sun rises over the high barricades
the quiet camp becomes alive with activity
I look down from the top of our barrier
and see the soldiers begin their attack
The crack of muskets is heard
some of the soldiers fall
the blockade is shielding our men
until I see the heavy cannon has been loaded
the balance has been tipped
but we will die free
The crash of the cannon
the damage the barrier received
it is now falling fast
and so are my friends
The cannon roars once more
I fall from my position
and hit the cobbled street
my fall cushioned only by my dead friends
my arms are feeling weak
and I try to rise once more
Maybe it was my destiny to die
as a martyr on the scene of war
I do not know as I only see black
brothers we have fought for our freedom
and we have won it
but at a price that is too expensive
as too many people died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
War has its consequences and yet some countries seem to thrive on it. Sad. Nice piece.