Beijing, 1989
Perhaps it was fitting that it happen here in Tian-an-men, gateway to heavenly peace.
I did not remember it but now cannot forget the screams branded on my mind
the staccato report of the faceless blurred soldiers Deng Xiaoping sent while sitting in his chair (modified, but his legs still don't touch the ground) puffing on a Panda cigar 
all those short men with forbidding glints in their coal eyes- send the order
stop the children in the square send the exterminators in and shoot until the liquid vermilion congeals and the screams are frozen in this moment in the photograph
I developed in color so that the crimson and bleakness and the acrid ashes and smoke carried in the wind but the children are still yelling still telling us across time
This has to die it can't continue be this way we must release ourselves free our minds
You can keep of shooting but the children of protest of before now the future transcend all barriers it's time for change no matter how many of us fall are brought down
We will keep on marching keep on screaming singing crying protesting
until you get our message that we want our heavenly peace.

~ E. Koven