No Pasarán

Streets howl, black
and flowing red,
Bristling with the

rebellious East and
brash lines that face
growing barricades.

Up goes the call,
United with echoes
from distant Spain,

Carrying stones,
determined and flung,
above the wooden guard.

Paths are blocked,
firm against the march,
refusing to be passed.

Together, raised voices
claim the day, and
stake their claims.

Streets howl, black
and flowing red.

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