Across a new shore
Crossing an imposing mountain
The dust on his shoes never seem to settle
Scruffy cap, hoarse whisper, misty eyed
‘Am I really here?’
Just yesterday a known solace disappeared
The refuge burnt down to the ground
The words spoken were shun
Lyrical language met with harsh discordant sounds
Symbols of ancient culture scoffed at
Believe in the new law of the land
Freedom! What a stupid idea
Creation of your own homeland- ridiculous
Landless, starving, stripped and voiceless
Silently he marches across the valley
Looking at the treacherous peak ahead
A challenge! A measure of hope!
Across that pinnacle is there a light?
Are new beginnings only the ideas of simple fools?
Just yesterday, the army brought out their weapons
Guns, knives and words as harsh as steel
Lies were spun, blows were struck
Surrender to the nation, surrender your belief
No land of soulful mystics this- just cold faced policy
A place of mythical ethereal beauty- now struck with a smell
of a bleeding chemical
Small steps into the future
Will anyone understand?
Will someone accept us?
Will someone hear our silent cry?
How to move this monolith?
How to change its stone cold soul?
Will Tibet
Will we be ever free?
