When they stepped out of the barricades, <br />Having chopped off square, the people's share <br />Of quaint and regal crowned heads <br />The French discovered terror in their streets, <br />Violence in their beds, dread in their minds. <br />You may ask, what was the purpose of <br />A Republic of blood, Danton did answer <br />Before drinking from the same cup, <br />'No man is to be left outside the canvas <br />Lest God's absence be incomplete', <br />Many shades, yet, a single painting: <br />French citizens became pigments. <br /> <br />The king decided to finance rebellion <br />On the other side of the world, he sealed <br />For good what would become of him: <br />A la Lanterne and on a pike! Besides <br />Men had not left England to become sons <br />Of an absent queen, nor servants of a <br />Self serving state of obedient sin. <br />Tocqueville would notice a few transient facts <br />During his journey, one stayed with him <br />Until he reached shore, every soul, from <br />Plymouth on, had a name and a specific creed, <br />Not to be quashed, not to be confused, <br />This was not a painting, rather a mosaic: <br />Americans turned into pixels.<br /><br />Marcel Aouizerate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pigments-pixels/
