#A4Revolution

holding up high
against the primordial skies
a blank, pure sheet of
blood red revolution

the forbidden, paper-thin rage
grotesque and still
it holds its breathe
as people emerge
from the dying embers -

of Urumqi
of death and grief
of compromise and fear
of despair and courage
of impatience and rage
of freedom and peace

almost drowning in the echo of ill omens and terror, they hold their dignity up high and whisper -

It’s been a while, revolution.

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