Amala Comer

A writer
a poet
a scholar
a friend
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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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A new sense of pride
a new sense of will
We are Tibetans
those that you kill
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If I could turn the world
upside down
and shake it to
its core
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Turn your face to an empty sky
no moon
no stars
just a graveyard
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This fickle tune
that plays in our heads
While you smile
for the camera
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The lofty peaks in
no mans land
harness the elements
without a sound.
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My pen is empty of ink,
my pencil is empty of lead
my head is empty of thought
life simply hangs by a thread.
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A - Accountability

F - Freedom
R - Religion
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See through the blind
witness China's real goal
let your heart
find the words,
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A thousand blind alleys
thru the hills
and the valleys
We stumble
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The doors of history
flung open
a clear path
now begun
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Will they dream
of their Amala, their Pala
those they have seen
standing alone.
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