We shall drag the blood- soaked Hungarian mud on to the carpets if your drawing rooms. In vain do you take us into your homes- we still remain homeless. In vain do you dress us in new clothes- we remain in rags. From now in a hundred thousand question marks confront you. If you wish to live in the illusion of a false peace, do not heed us. In our streets there are still cobble- stones from which to build barricades. From our woods we can still get stout sticks. We still have clear consciences with which to face the guns. But if you will heed us, listen. And at long last understand. We not only want to bear witness to the sufferings of the Hungarian people in their flight for freedom. We want to draw the attention of all people to the simple truth that freedom can be only achieved through struggle. Peace is not simply an absence of war. No people have longed more passionately for peace than we. But it must not be the peace of quiescence. This involves complicity in oppression. We promise the world that we shall remain the apostles of freedom. Nemzetör. 15 January 1957- Hungary
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 22:54:51 +0000
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