A poem: Free Me
March 17, 2009
by Tsoltim N. Shakabpa
March 16, 2009
Guns and bullets kill me
Sticks and stones injure me
Prisons and torture torment me
Free me from this rule
Deliver me from this terror
Release me from this scourge
Blinded eyes deceive me
Crushed voices inhibit me
Washed brains bedevil me
I'm sick of living under communism
I'm tired of living under Chinese rule
I'm battered from living under tyranny
Butchered wildlife sicken me
Suppressed cultures outrage me
Polluted environment sadden me
Take me, Chenrezi, to freedom's realm
Take me, Jesus Christ, to heaven's gate
Take me, Lord Buddha, to a better reincarnation
Take me
Take me anywhere
But to subjugation under China
Copyright: ©Tsoltim N. Shakabpa - 2009