May 35th

Weep, mother, for your lost children. I see them, the students, young men and women of a bright new future... that would never come.

Limp and motionless, their blood staining the pavement, bodies riddled with bullets--they lie. One still grips the remains of a shattered speaker, yet another displays what they died for: 我们想要自由.

A few miles away, a young soldier sent to enforce peace lies beaten and broken, his slender frame hanging like a rag doll, eyes empty and defeated. Even he has been betrayed. Though I am privileged now, I still grieve for my lost brothers and sisters.