The color of truth is gray.” – Andre Gide
I remember Tiananmen. The end
Hope and change are like our blood and breath,
A slash can spill it all out on the ground
Or bleed it from us in a hissing froth,
But this is the wheel to which our hearts are bound.
Never be too blithe with your huzzahs
Lest the sound of guns be masked by your applause.
Curt Hopkins, Oregon, October 9, 2014
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