038. The Battle For Survival

As the sun rises over the high barricades the quiet camp becomes alive with activity I look down from the top of our barrier and see the soldiers begin their attack The crack of muskets is heard some of the soldiers fall the blockade is shielding our men until I see the heavy cannon has been loaded the balance has been tipped but we will die free The crash of the cannon the damage the barrier received it is now falling fast and so are my friends The cannon roars once more I fall from my position and hit the cobbled street my fall cushioned only by my dead friends my arms are feeling weak and I try to rise once more Maybe it was my destiny to die as a martyr on the scene of war I do not know as I only see black brothers we have fought for our freedom and we have won it but at a price that is too expensive as too many people died