My Borther and Sister
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.
Copyright © Yangchen Tso | Year Posted 2012
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