Gampo Gampo, what is wrong with me
My power's been gone since the Tang Dynasty
Demanding the daughter of His Majesty
Present circumstance is a travesty
News hound sniffs the air
When Dalai Lama leaves the Potala
He latches on to that symbol of the Panchen
Attracted by the peeling away of detachment
The celebrity of the abused now exiled
And the children of the annexed
Rebel their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley, a single overture
They abstain from the freezing temperature
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
The world watched the tragedy unfolded
Ignored as it was told
The story bought and sold
The greatest rewrite launched
And then it was over
We oohed and aahed
We drove our luxury cars
We ate our jars of caviar
We watched our celebrity stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Snuff out a flickering light
This heritage is contained
And Reeducation ingrained
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem