I yanked the fragment from my eye, through burst blood vessels glimpsed the one still in yours, jutting through the soft membrane of what you consider truth - teargas and tanks. What to do when an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.

I yanked the fragment from my eye, through burst blood vessels glimpsed the one still in yours, jutting through the soft membrane of what you consider truth - teargas and tanks. What to do when an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.