I Get Hurt So Much I Feel So Pain

TIBET My country is my heart. The land is my body. People came with sharp machines. Maiming my limbs, Dismembering my insides. Without permession, Without pay. My soul is forced out of my body. My blood turns rancid, poisonous. They gouge deep wounds over my body. My tears are as rain. I want to protect me. I feel too weak. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I, so powerless under Chinese violation. I am in excruciating pain. Can you hear my cry?