I
A countries voice cries out as one
but soon falls silent
under the frozen wastes
of the earth.
II
Why should we cry tears of blood?
No more is destiny in our hands;
nor can I give what little I have
laboured for to my children.
I no longer own the land I till,
nor the word in my mouth,
the thought in my head, and soon
they will take my bleeding heart.
III
I was born into a land with no name,
forgotten by the world. But my future
is the worlds past; we do not learn from
sorrow, pain or death. I am a man with
no name for my identity was shot with the
masses.
IV
I grew and fell in love, but he was
taken away for a stray word. Now I
am left to my captors whim.
V
In peace we will fight barbarity.
In the mind we will suffer evil.
In prison we will out-live starvation.
But when the tears are over we will find
freedom.
VI
A world without a voice is my world,
but they cannot take the thoughts from
my head, nor the love from my heart.
VII
You talk of love, I feel hate.
I will smash my tormentors.
I will take back my life, I will
face death.
VIII
If we fall victim to hatred
they have won.
If we cause death to set ourselves free
they have won.
If the world cannot help us
they have won.
IX
You can strike my body with whips,
poison my food.
Kill my family and friends, take my wife
for your enjoyment; but when all is over
and we stand at the end of the world
I will find forgiveness.
X
The horror, bloodshed, tears, death,
torture, rape. Soon, too soon, shall
fill a void; when the world turns its
back and forgets.
XI
If there was no poetry,
this is where you would live.
If there was no booksie,
this is where you would live.
If we could not share our thoughts,
hopes or dreams, this is where we
would live. If we ever tumble into
hell, these are the people we will meet;
but not their captors for they have
done away with all that, for they
live beyond all reason.
XII
And what is freedom?
Look in the mirror and tell me.
Write it down on paper,
post it on booksie,
then tell me,
what is freedom?
XIII
I sit in exile and pray for peace,
while my people starve, die and kill.
But we cannot allow hatred into
our hearts, for that is what they want,
that will be their final victory. Let
us sit in peaceful protest. Let the
world be witness to their violence.
We do not want sympathy, we need
action. Let us show evil that we
can never be defeated. Let us all
stand together.
XIV
And in the future…what will be
written here? It is a blank space,
but do we have the courage to write
our own destiny?
XV
And so if this injustice as moved you
write it down in poetry,
and this will be our protest
against all repression.
XVI
The humiliation of a people.
The utter contempt for a culture.
I will stamp you out of all existence.
I will re-write the history books.
You will never have existed.
XVII
The evil of few is allowed to prevail,
because the goodness of many fails to act.
XVIII
I will only bow down to peace!
Free Tibet!
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