Chicken soup

Confined to our home, comfortable within our walls,

we proudly display the rainbow on our windows.

Windows that allow natural ventilation

if we open them generously to the outside.

This would be a barrier gesture to avoid the contamination

of an invader invisible to the naked eye; more difficult to identify.

A retreat into our own home.

But we hastily seek to get out

In search of freedom, sun and fresh air.

Paradoxically, we seal other openings

because fear would come from elsewhere.

We no longer want to see others' colours.

We have erect walls of separation in many places,

Which are powerless and ineffective against dangers.

The result is a suffocation where there is no more circulation.

A withdrawal, an insularity.

This situation finally appears in its true colour:

It is an illusion of control over an environment that is beyond our will and understanding.

Walls like that are more political than socio-sanitary.

We have imposed physical barriers with a defensive reaction on the world.

Grand gestures by impotent and ignorant leaders.

An erection of barricades supposedly to protect us from strangers.

We lock ourselves in, out of sight

What are the real colours of these ideas?

Not tension nor insecurity.

We are disconnected and we just refuse to admit it.

Now, the rainbow has become an echo of hope and courage for nurses, cashiers, and teachers.

Originally, these colours were the reflection of hybridity:

A mutation of cultures, languages, and pigmentations.

But gradually, these colours become bland: it is the exhaustion, the exasperation, the mourning.

Today, we fear sneezes and air currents, especially globalized ones.

On the one hand, the phobia of the flu.

And on the other, the transnational and social flux...

The x for a xenophobic tone.

Humans are ambitious in their quest to conquer everything:

To defeat the virus as well as other threats.

The future will be dark if we do not highlight the impertinence of our fragmentations.

Perhaps we must act on the broken dreams of a disunited territory.

For walls are not cages where we lock up people or fears.

Walls are indeed failures.

We must repaint them with free birds for a little humanity.