I hope that I'm not the type of person who, standing at the doorway to hell, strikes a heroic pose and then starts frowning with indecision.
Xiaobo LiuIn the face of a nation that shamelessly assaults the very marrow of our bones, memory is but a pale gray field.
Xiaobo LiuTags: dictatorship
I, too, eat steamed human-blood buns.
Xiaobo LiuTags: cannibalism-as-metaphor
Before the eyes shut
this knife shines snow-
bright once more through the inner organs
as using a nuclear bomb to light a cigar
sends lung cancer across the earth
to parting lovers
Tags: war
Life is priceless
even to an ant
Those who flee freedom live on
but their souls die in fear
Those who thirst for freedom die
but their souls live on in resistance
Freedom of expression is the foundation of human rights, the source of humanity and the mother of truth.
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