Wounds in the Roof of the World
Country called Roof of the world-
Mother Tibet the light of Asia still held
Now wounds are many with bloody soul
Under cruel Red Chinese aggression so foul
Compelled by compulsions and blood bathed all.
The writing in the walls yet to read and vision by tall
In the land of milk and cheese
Echoing agony from morn to eve
No more hearing and devils whispering mean
Humanity and human values lost-
Robbed everything at the wounds and bone dust cost
Every heartbeats of each man and woman groan
Oh! God the lords of all restore fading love and tone
Poetry by Tsewang Dorjee9
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Written on 2007-04-01 at 11:55
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