THE OLD REGIME

The old regime
Has passed away
Bullets mark walls
As if to say
There exists no time
Where angels climb
Rebel spirits
Interwined.

Beyond lifes touch
In another land
Save a fleeting glimpse
Or moving hand
The blood that ran
The gutters edge
Washed away
In freedoms pledge.

The narrow streets
The old town hall
In nightimes sway
Voices call
As if the battle
Still rages on
Beyond a veil
A thought upon.