Losar Poem by Amala Comer
Losar
A beast of burden
pulling a plow,
the trail of death
behind him grows.
Life, a basic human right,
not to be taken
by those with no sight
or thought of the wrong
they inflict on the weak,
those with no power and
frightened to speak
of the misery they carry
year upon year,
Will this Ox change
his load armed with fear,
walk a new path of Wisdom
and let its green shoots appear
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