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Yangchen Tso Poem
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?
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Tibetans,
Burning,
The flames everywhere.
One, two, three.......
Already self-immolated,23.
How many sparks will be?
Hundreds or thousands,
Maybe even more....
Gunfire,
Tibetans shot down,
One after another.
Now
Twelve Tibetans lie down in the blood,
Their bodies wrenched away
Never back.
Caught
To the jail.
An eagle snatching a sparrow.
Never to be seen again
Or seen crippled
Handicapped, an invalid.
Tibetans
In invisible manacles,
Surrounded by a metre wall.
Even for one step, bound.
Tibetans,
Unseen and unheard by
The world.
The pain
Only Tibetans can feel.
The words
Only Tibetans can hear.
The blood
Only Tibetans can see.
Because
It happens underground,
Where the world
Does not look.
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My brother, sister
Your life is a butter
lamp,offering.
For our nation and land;
For the freedom and rights.
The moment, burning,
The sparks
Aroused thousands of Tibetans,
The flames
Ignited people's souls
Until last your breathe,
Hopping,
Your death
Can change Chinese rule.
Your pain
Remained the world to help.
You died in fire
But remain alive in the world .
You were killed by torture
But died in glory.
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