revolution is at hand.
let them eat cake!
we’re here again.
what to do—
flee or stand?
if you stand,
make sure it’s not
in the quicksand
of their rot.
place each foot
on solid land
where beauty breathes
and truth is felt.
what brought us here?
no way around,
we must go through
the birth canal,
a world brand new.
the great divide
where we decide
who lives
or dies.
we must not forget,
one world we are—
a freedom star
The poem feels like someone standing right at the edge of a turning point, sensing that change is close enough to touch. The reference to “let them eat cake” hits like a reminder that history keeps circling back when people ignore injustice. The question of fleeing or standing feels deeply real, like something each of us has had to face. The warning about quicksand gives the poem a grounded honesty you can’t fight what’s rotten by standing in it. The image of a birth canal is raw but hopeful, suggesting that transformation is messy and uncomfortable but necessary. And the ending feels like a soft reminder that even in moments of division, we’re still tied to the same world, the same fragile hope for freedom.