By Tsoltim N. Shakabpa

Our snow peaks are melting
Our forests are wilting
Our rivers are putrefying
Our animals are starving
Our monasteries are crumbling
Our people are mourning
Our nation is dying
And China is celebrating

But have no doubt
Our peaks will be white with snow again
Our forests will flourish again
Our rivers will cleanse again
Our animals will eat again
Our monasteries will rise again
Our people will rejoice again
And Tibet will live again

If only we do not lose hope
And continue our struggle for freedom

Copyright: Tsoltim N. Shakabpa - 2011