Which way to jump?
Which horse to back?
This game of chance
vision is what we lack.
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Voices that can never be silenced,
words that can never be erased,
lives that will never be forgotton,
History that will always be saved.
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I cried
when I died,
not enough tears
to douse the flames.
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The old monk hangs
his face cast down,
Shackles bind
his hands
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He lived and died
in the shackles of the state,
one line that will define
his orchestrated fate.
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The Arrogant Enemy.
They try to run
they try to hide,
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The pain in our hearts
is hard to see,
anger rises up
where anger should not be.
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Over and over they tell me
'You are Chinese
no Dalai Lama
no Tibet
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