Disclaimer: Belongs to Victor Hugo and Victor Hugo alone (theoretically)
The Barricade
To look at it, it may not seem much. A mismatch of broken furniture and torn up streets; debris and rubbish; hardly anything to truly be intimidated by beyond the actual size of it. But that was not all that the barricade was. Certainly that was the physical barricade itself but the barricade that was built on the Rue de la Chanvrerie and fell on the 6th of June was so much more than that.
It was the hopes and dreams and aspirations of all those who built it. It was the love, friendship and brotherhood of those who stood and fought together upon it; fighting to whatever end, for each other.
It was the courage and bravery of all those who fought for the future of people that they had never met, whilst not knowing what their own futures would hold.
It was every student, worker, friend, brother and stranger that stood up and took a chance for something they believed in; and even those who did not believe but stood up regardless as they would not want to be anywhere else.
It was the blood of every single person that died fighting for a future and a new dawn that for them would never come.
The barricade that was built on the Rue de la Chanvrerie and fell on the 6th of June was more than broken furniture, torn up streets, debris and rubbish; it was the lives of every person that fought and died upon it.
It was the future that they brought.