The people are coming together, and today is a small victory. This victory, I predict, will catalyze. I smelled smoke, I smelled burning, and I looked into the eyes of the men and women walking while I was on my way to buy bread (if I could find any), and all of their eyes seemed to be burning with intense and bottled up rage and excitement. I told myself that the gold will crumble and rumble, and I will do it with my own hands if I have to.
The smoke lingers in the trees, a reminder of the raid on the Bastille. The crowds of people are demanding change through the liberation of those behind prison walls. It is the lowly that rise up, defending their rights and demanding change. The aristocracy is fleeing, afraid of this transition. With the knowledge that their time of luxury is gone, they try to avoid fate and emigrate.
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Composed by Tina Furuki and Amy Bergan of Miami University of Ohio.