“Why are you running away?
You came here to have fun.
Go ahead, have fun!
Isn't this a happy picture!
Don’t avert your eyes.
I am Cuba.
For you, I am the casino, the bar, hotels and brothels.
But the hands of these children and old people are also me"
The beating heart of a nation in flames.
Rulers all deceive but The People must believe, not in faux figureheads and spurious imposters, but in The People themselves. Revolution via an unyielding, impregnable humanism—the single answer—disemboweling the dictatorial body in front of you from within before its ever-rearing head has time to regenerate, because it always does; always with messages meant to appease, only to again oppress.
A Revolution does not end with the overthrow, for it is only the beginning; the hardest part has yet to come.