A/N: Okay, a weird little thing I wrote. I think it's meant to be Enjolras…hears the screams of "not another one!" I'm sorry. Please review? It would make me so happy!
Guns are firing,
The people are dying,
Their blood runs in the streets.
Is this tomorrow?
Bodies strew the ground,
My brothers-in-arms lie still,
I am the only one left.
Is this justice?
My hands shake as they grasp my gun,
Quiver as they grip my rapier,
Fumble as I raise the flag.
Is this courage?
The barricade falls,
The people flee,
And I am left alone.
Is this France?
A burning sensation in my breast,
The drunkard beside me.
I smile,
Is this death?