Wounded tiger

I haven't commented much on the current situation in Turkey of late. Largely because it wouldn't necessarily be prudent and also because I don't think my yabunci ( foreigner) brain can honestly say it has a grasp of all the layers of what is going on.

But I believe I know enough.

I know that  there is a  wounded tiger in its midst,  a cancer if you will, bent on destroying everyone and everything that stands in its path.

Saturday's massacre at a peace march defies words.  The fact that tear gas was employed immediately afterwards defies humanity.

The Turkish flags now fly at half mast. Fluttering in the October breeze like an endless crimson tide.

May those peaceful hearts so cruelly broken sleep in peace tonight.