Bonjour again, mes amis. Please don't judge this too hard. I know it's pathetic by my normal standards, but I thought you'd maybe like to read it. It's nothing spectacular, just something very simple that I wrote in my music class this week when I was bored and had nothing to do.
These are Enjolras's thoughts from beyond the grave following the failed insurrection, and his hopes for the future.
OTHERS WILL RISE TO TAKE OUR PLACE
I went to fight for freedom and justice,
To bring light into the gloom,
To save the people who were hungry
From a slow, cold, painful doom.
I did not do it for my own sake,
My life was pleasant as it was.
I did it for the people –
It was for them I raised my cause.
I could not bear to see them suffer.
I could not bear to hear them weep,
Struck by cruel and unfair illness
As they succumbed to eternal sleep.
My friends and I took action –
We called the people of Paris to arms.
We gave them the chance to break from Bourgeois reign
And put a stop to the unjust harms.
We built a barricade upon the street,
To fight for Patria, and liberty's name.
And I would not let my faith be shaken,
When I saw how few of the people came.
My friends stayed forever loyal and by my side
They faced the soldiers through the strife.
Our heart's wept long for poor Prouvaire –
We failed to save his life.
My heart was rent with painful scars,
That no doctor had the skill to mend.
For they were gone – Combeferre and Courfeyrac.
The guards had robbed me of my friends.
I wanted nothing more in those final moments,
Than to join my friends once more, beyond the earth
But I left that world with a warm, proud heart
For Grantaire had proved his worth.
But even now, my hope still shines
I have my faith in the human race.
I know that new world will still dawn.
Others will rise to take our place.
As I said, it is a very simple poem but I quite like it. I'd love to know what you think of it. I might add on the poem 'Grantaire' that I am currently working on if it turns out to my satisfaction.