'Free Tibet' by Elspeth Hinde
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'Free Tibet'
History, like an old broken record,
Plays another melodious chord.
Drums smashed in the valley are heard on high
Along with the hauntingly quiet cry.
Prayers are stripped of their heart'ning goodwill,
While throughout the country people feel the chill.
Tibet's silence is carried on the wind,
Like a bird, to the West in search of friends.
But try as it might it will not be heard
For no one has time for two little words.
We mourn with clear conscience those laid to rest,
Telling ourselves that we know what's best:
The desecration of a peaceful nation;
Assassination of reincarnation.
- Elspeth Hinde
