The Freedom
By Alannah Clarke, 2nd year.
He hears the echoes of th fatal gunshots
being fired in the courtyard.
He hears the simple sounds,
the sounds he took for granted his whole life
He waits.
He thinks of the years gone by
Everything he has gone through
Good and bad memories flash by
a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
He waits.
He remembers the battlerfield.
the brave soldiers gathered on the streets
the constant sound of war
as the rebels bravely faced the British.
He waits.
He wonders what could have been
If things had been different.
What a life of freedom for
his country could have been.
He waits.
And he hears the next gunshot
And he knows it is his turn now.
He is carried out to the courtyard
and he closes his eyes.
He hears.
He thinks.
He remembers.
He wonders.
He thinks of the freedom.
The freedom he longed for,
the freedom he is about to die for,
the freedom he hopes his country
will one day have.
And the trigger is pulled and
that is his last thought before the end.
The freedom.
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