**A piece that reflects a historical moment – TikTok Ban – Movement to Red Note**

No banners wave, no mandates call,

Yet bridges rise where shadows fall.

A whisper stirs from shore to shore,

Not crafted by the hand of war.

A hand extended—gentle, free—

From Yangtze’s flow to Mississippi.

No louder voice than hearts unbound,

No deeper roots than common ground.

The ancient walls we thought were stone,

Were myths we dared not face alone.

For now, the voice of quiet grace

Unmasks the lines once etched by race.

A curious mind, an open hand,

No borders here, no lines in sand.

Just stories shared in lantern light,

Where tea and coffee blend tonight.

We see in faces, once unknown,

Reflections of our own seeds sown—

The child who dreams, the elder’s lore,

The songs we sing from distant shores.

Not bound by crowns, nor ink on page,

But hearts that rise, dissolve the cage.

For when the masses choose to speak,

The chains of old grow thin, then weak.

No more the myths that kept apart

The pulse of soul, the human heart.

Come, sit—no fear—no need to hide,

The table’s set. Let truth decide.