'Whether it was the sound of rifle bolts'

Whether it was the sound of rifle bolts
Slapping into place,
Or the click of a pistol being cocked,
I hope there was defiance
In the eyes of Frederico Garcia Lorca
That last second before death.
May there always be defiance
When one of us, the people,
Faces the fascist.

02 Dec 2019


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