La Tricouleur
For nearly thirty years a black night, a black shadow, has cloaked our world.
Shouts of "Liberté!" have become echos of the past. This world of black allows for not
of it. It is a world of despair. If one is fortunate enough, which I am not, to live in a
better area of the city, one does not hear the children cry, the woman scream, or the men
fight as loudly as it is here. Not one of us has enough to eat, not enough to wear to keep
the chill out, not enough to live as humans. A foolish man bent of foolish ideas of
conquest has robbed us of our very humanity as he took our country to war. Give us
freedom! Give us bread! Give us life! This night of damnation must cease to exist; this
blackness must end. Cold, empty veins of weakened men must fill with red, the blood
and colour of change.
- thoughts from a factory worker
****
A world of night must give way to the dawn. It is time for change; the moment
has arrived. Brothers, join with me! Let your courage become the path for others to
follow. Your wives, mothers, sisters, daughters, have they not suffered enough?! Your
children? Will they live to see the world a year from this moment? Let fire leap into
your hearts; let it consume, consume your very being. This is the time of revolution. Ah,
revolution where it refines and defines a man; it makes men great. Your body my
brothers, may die here, but your soul will join with others who have also lain down in
glorious sleep. They have lain down so others will rise; they have lain down the future.
This here is the junction of past and present. Brothers, commerads, friends, we will lay
down the foundations of a strong future that will forever grow and look upwards to the
endless sky. The past will die here and the future, oh an infant so tender and so mild, she
will be born. She will be an innocent child, let us make her good and happy.
- thoughts from a revolutionary student
*****
In the beginning we all started out as an infant unbeknownst to the world around
us. We were born good, sweet, and complete innocen. All were good things and
everywhere was wrought with joy. Now, at this stepping stone, this birth of the future,
this child has yet to be burdened with the chains that the night has created. Sh is fair and
sweet and she is innocent. Our sacrifice here, the first rays of light that are to be shed
upon this new world inhabited only by this child, will become her first glimmer into the
world she is to lead and invites us to follow. A child is renewal; there is no blood upon
her whiteness; the purest of light radiates from her. Let a soothing relief, a goodness and
wholeness, engulf her. White, however, must change to colour, a future of endless colour
as we all grow to maturity; let this child grow from white to blue; blue, the colour of
peace.
- thoughts from a philosopher
*****
The day is where we live and are free. There is choice and liberté. The woes of
the night must fall to the serenity of the day. Red of dawn is the method of the fall of
black of night. Consider it as though one were climbing a mountain. The journey is a
long and difficult one, but the pains suffered along the way will cease if one continues,
never gives in, until the goal is reached. The reward of this peril is the endless blue sky
that awaits. For thirty years we as a nation have been stuck at the base of the mountain.
Now, however, the night is fading and giving way to the dawn. With this revolution, the
assent to the summit has begun. The dawn will too eventually fade to the day, a day in
which the future has been born into a world of peace.
- thoughts from a man on the street
For nearly thirty years a black night, a black shadow, has cloaked our world.
Shouts of "Liberté!" have become echos of the past. This world of black allows for not
of it. It is a world of despair. If one is fortunate enough, which I am not, to live in a
better area of the city, one does not hear the children cry, the woman scream, or the men
fight as loudly as it is here. Not one of us has enough to eat, not enough to wear to keep
the chill out, not enough to live as humans. A foolish man bent of foolish ideas of
conquest has robbed us of our very humanity as he took our country to war. Give us
freedom! Give us bread! Give us life! This night of damnation must cease to exist; this
blackness must end. Cold, empty veins of weakened men must fill with red, the blood
and colour of change.
- thoughts from a factory worker
****
A world of night must give way to the dawn. It is time for change; the moment
has arrived. Brothers, join with me! Let your courage become the path for others to
follow. Your wives, mothers, sisters, daughters, have they not suffered enough?! Your
children? Will they live to see the world a year from this moment? Let fire leap into
your hearts; let it consume, consume your very being. This is the time of revolution. Ah,
revolution where it refines and defines a man; it makes men great. Your body my
brothers, may die here, but your soul will join with others who have also lain down in
glorious sleep. They have lain down so others will rise; they have lain down the future.
This here is the junction of past and present. Brothers, commerads, friends, we will lay
down the foundations of a strong future that will forever grow and look upwards to the
endless sky. The past will die here and the future, oh an infant so tender and so mild, she
will be born. She will be an innocent child, let us make her good and happy.
- thoughts from a revolutionary student
*****
In the beginning we all started out as an infant unbeknownst to the world around
us. We were born good, sweet, and complete innocen. All were good things and
everywhere was wrought with joy. Now, at this stepping stone, this birth of the future,
this child has yet to be burdened with the chains that the night has created. Sh is fair and
sweet and she is innocent. Our sacrifice here, the first rays of light that are to be shed
upon this new world inhabited only by this child, will become her first glimmer into the
world she is to lead and invites us to follow. A child is renewal; there is no blood upon
her whiteness; the purest of light radiates from her. Let a soothing relief, a goodness and
wholeness, engulf her. White, however, must change to colour, a future of endless colour
as we all grow to maturity; let this child grow from white to blue; blue, the colour of
peace.
- thoughts from a philosopher
*****
The day is where we live and are free. There is choice and liberté. The woes of
the night must fall to the serenity of the day. Red of dawn is the method of the fall of
black of night. Consider it as though one were climbing a mountain. The journey is a
long and difficult one, but the pains suffered along the way will cease if one continues,
never gives in, until the goal is reached. The reward of this peril is the endless blue sky
that awaits. For thirty years we as a nation have been stuck at the base of the mountain.
Now, however, the night is fading and giving way to the dawn. With this revolution, the
assent to the summit has begun. The dawn will too eventually fade to the day, a day in
which the future has been born into a world of peace.
- thoughts from a man on the street