The Third Pole Poem by Amala Comer
The Third Pole
Ice cracking underfoot
yak bells echo amongst these lofty peaks,
silent forms, guardians of this treasure,
rivers flow below,
free flight of a hundred feet.
Natures majesty now wears a crown of thorns,
a sacrificial lamb, our demands she must meet.
Ignorance and greed, the bags we carry
along these tracks,
past the mani stones and ruins
of history, no looking back.
Blind to our frailty.
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4/29/2024 12:48:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Amala. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks