A/N: This is really late, but this is my barricade day contribution. I found this in one of my notebooks and realized that it would be good for this. Hope you like it. I don't like the title of this one, but I couldn't think of anything else. Suggestions would be welcome.
The Fancy Lie.
Empty chairs at Empty tables,
Empty rooms with Empty dreams,
Left behind by those who left us,
While the crowds begin to teem.
Red and Black they used to mutter,
And their leader used to say,
"That together we can do this,
And tomorrow is another day."
Now their bodies lay there lifeless,
On a broken barricade,
Poor bystanders looking out,
While the women kneel and pray.
They said a better day is coming,
But when they said that did they know,
That tomorrow they'd be gone,
Like falling rain, or melting snow?
No.