Our day will come

Every face presented a perfect picture of joy. What an idyllic scene; the little figures played with gay abandon, total carefree frivolity, blissfully unaware of the significance of their surroundings. They frolicked and bounced around the sunlit park, neither knowing nor caring of its special history.

So it goes.

Prancing and cavorting on the grass, they had an almost innate knowledge of some matters. They did know, for instance, that if one or more of their number were to fall and seriously hurt themselves, they were guaranteed the very best medical care available. They did know, that no matter what befell them or their parents, safeguards and networks existed which would prevent their ever falling into destitution. They did know, that if they applied themselves, there was no financial or geographical limit to their horizons. They knew that they would always have a roof over their heads. They knew that they would always be well fed. They knew that they would always have the ultimate freedom of opportunity. Each and every one of them.

If you told these impish characters that the things they knew and took for granted were the very things denied to numerous generations past, they would laugh at the very idea. What rot! The most basic provision kept from people?! What a silly tale! Next they’ll try to tell us that people once had to pay for water! Nonsense! Ludicrous! Madness! Such a world was now totally and utterly inconceivable to such young, untainted minds.

The leafy shrubs and blossoming flowers amongst which the little ‘uns now played hid a bloody past; it was here, amidst the bushes and trees, that grown men and women had struggled, fought, and in many, many cases, made the ultimate sacrifice. In this place, as in so many others around the world, brothers and sisters had laid down their lives in defence of a brighter future. Here, fathers and mothers had given up everything in the fervent belief that they could bring about a better world. Here, sons and daughters died, surrounded by this lush greenery, so that subsequent citizens would not know the hardship, the deprivation, the misery, and the terror that they suffered.

Laughter lilted up, and a light breeze arose, followed by a sudden-but-soft gust. As if the many who had given their all for this utopia could hear the happiness of their descendants, and were sighing with relief. You see? they whispered. We told you – all you naysayers, nihilists, ne’er-do-wells…all you trimmers, splitters, traitors…all you blackguards, blacklegs, scabs… We told you all, but you never listened…

Our revenge will be the laughter of our children.

Solidarity, brothers & sisters…


About Seba Roux

Gooner, Socialist, Historian, Slacker. That's pretty much all you need to know.
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