a message of solidarity

Oppressed
suppressed
life under occupation
reached its limitation.

We’ve had enough of this brutality,
marginalised by their heavy handedness.
Even in our own country we are
the minority, no
freedom to breath and see
what we see without being taxed.

Our patience running thin, this is the age
of desperation; the final call of a nation
under attack.

Young monks, young lives,
courageously offering themselves up
as burning lamps
to dispel the world’s ignorance
to illuminate the conscience
of mankind.
so that the next generation
has a light of hope
a moment of clarity
to witness the shouldering of our national flag
waving from the top of the Potala Palace.

Let it fly until it flickers on the screens
around the world; blue, red and yellow
snow lions
holding the precious gem.

To my countrymen in Ngaba, a message of solidarity
From exile.