Guy Fawkes

Remember remember, the 5th of November
I went to a fireworks show last night with some mates. The music was average, the fireworks fairly good. It was also Halloween which means we saw loads of amazing costumes and decorations everywhere; even a guy who dressed up like the Joker off the Batman, his makeup was perfect-it was amazing.
However that is not why I found last night so memoriable. It was because it was in celebration of the 5th of November. Of Guy Fawkes.
The gunpowder treason and plot..
of how a man tried to blow up parliment and died for it. I never quite worked out why we so enthusasticly celebrated the death of said man, or the survival of King James I. We do not celebrate the death of Hitler for example, or any other man who has commited crimes againt humanity, but we celebrate the death of an idealist, a freedom fighter, a man who fought for what he believed in. To this day, we burn effigies of him, as if to mock him. He has become a hated figure, and few people stop to think why he even tried to blow up parliment.
The king and his train had like to be slain..
I do not celebrate Guy Fawkes for a celebration of a man who was executed, but in rememberance, of the man behind the event, who believed in freedom, and revolution, and was willing to die for it.
And somehow when I was watching the whole sky light up in a shower of fading gold, when I heard the the cracks from the fireworks which sounded so much like gunshots, I found myself seeing not a park full of people by the sea, not an empty sky on an overcast night, but misty streets and the crack of guns as revolutionaries fell in their hundreds, the cobblestones red with blood. I saw fighting in the streets, and fear in the tunnels, I saw a man.
I saw the 5th of November, 1605.
And I hope it will ne'er be forgot.