Just a simple effort I wrote after being inspired by a VERY luscious picture of Michael Maguire as our favourite revolutionary leader.
A scarlet blaze in that city of darkness;
a lone hope in that doleful gloom.
A burning flame of youthful passion –
he marches to confront his doom.
Red and Black, his colours shining,
bright is his heart with youthful pride.
In his eyes the turmoil rages
He marches now to turn the tide.
In this young heart, a fire is burning
fuelled by the unjust Royalist stance.
He fights for those poor starving paupers.
He marches now to die for France.
At the barricade, he stands their gravely,
a statue in those diverse waves.
His heart beats on, ne'er does he falter.
He has too many lives to save.
Men flock to his side with eager fury,
the red flag is by him unfurled.
Side by side, they stand together.
He waits there now to change the world.