Gavroche
Disclaimer: I do not own Les-Miserables
There was a bonny French boy,
He was all smiles, all sunshine, all joy,
The Republic, the world was his toy,
He joined the ABC gang,
"Long live the Republic!" the people sang,
The child's name was Gavroche,
And it was his life the King would botch.
The day was lingering to night,
With Javert's gun Gavroche was bright,
When three men fell, Gavroche was missing from sight,
"Let me get the ammunition,
I am young let me save the nation!"
Though they tried to stop him, but with no avail,
Gavrovhe ran to the bodies, for the bullets a pail.
He sang quietly to him self, gathering fast,
Than suddenly there was a blast,
Gavroche was lying on the stones; he would never finish his task,
Though twice he tried, he fell down flat,
Blood oozed from his wounds, running this way and that,
A cry came up from the Barricade,
Gavroche was dead, hope began to fade.
A body sprang, to carry him home,
As he ran the soldiers did come,
They fired, they shot, bomb, bomb, bomb,
Marius had rescued the body of a saint,
All were devastated, to the point of a faint,
Yet his soul was happy running with play,
Mirth and bliss were his, and are, to this day.
Though Gavroche is a fictional tale,
We all should follow in his trail,
I do not mean death, though that will come without avail,
But, do have fun when you can,
For you never know when, a gun could go bam,
And you would be the dead child on the road,
But, everyone could agree you life was a rose.
-The End please review