Empty Words Poem by Amala Comer

Turn your face to an empty sky
no moon
no stars
just a graveyard
where Tibetans lie.

Tibet is dying
silence in the hills
Smothered by empty words
no care for the blood
that spills.

O brave free world
what a myth you have become
tied to the dollar
of desire
emptiness is nothing.

When you haste to find a change
too late for many
to late for all,
across the mountains
in our dreams

Nothing
but a gentle snow fall.