Memory is not your friend
@yonar on Twitter
When details slip into the gray,
Painting scenes too close to truth
Of fear, too great to comprehend —
Cast in false light, bending vision,
Colored by foreign opinion,
Shaped and stained by minds misled
By prejudice and wicked thoughts,
A thousand voices crying foul,
None our own.
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