Poem on Tibet

The Red Stars Splashed Over Tibet

In 1940s,
Far from the east,
Wild flooded Hawang Ho splashed
The Red Stars
Like deadly blood
Over the peaceful meadows
Of the snow lion land,
Tibet
Land of compassion
Aloof for ages,
With innocent descendants
Religious beliefs engulfed the
Harmless creatures
Blessed by ignorance of bliss,
Unknown to the world
Sadly…

Became the victim
Of the Red splashing stars
In 1959, early 10th of month 3,
Sudden thunder charged!
Shook snow flakes of the highest peaks.
The beast roared,
Blasting flames
Throwing cannons balls
Marching soldiers flowed like ants
As Moa was on the lead
In the name of liberation
To suck the blood
To eat the flesh

Of
Monks and laymen
Women and children
Old and young
Boom-bang-boom…rang
The sound of the terrifying
Charging of the light bridge,
Massacred at a time
Genocide as a race!
Monasteries rumbled to stones,
Ecosystem disturbed to extinct,
Fresh rivers painted blood red.

I wonder..

How rivulets quench the thirst
Of the far down Asian homes
With the roof dumped
With wastes and stains!
The evil mind tried
To bombard Potala palace

Yet, amazingly,

Still erect enchantingly,
Beholding the beauty within
Since the 7th century,
Holding the name
As the majestic wonder of the age,
Over looking from Lhasa hilltop
Towards Lhasa Kyil-Chu
As gentle as a lamb.

But,

Red stars dug to spin golden yarns
By tearing the land of wealth
With the use of might without shame
Without a trace of true red blood
Though red in color

Still, my god..

They claim it theirs
Without a single guilt
Displaying it as an attraction!
Displacing the owners
To the land of Buddha
Across the Himalayas, far and beyond.

Ah....
My mind speaks a solemn question,
Why is it the majestic flame of Olympics
Has to face an ordeal of a tiring journey?
Who is to be blamed?
Of course, Chinese Communist party!

For 5 decades…

Stream of human blood gushed through
The holy land of Tibet
It’s the pain and shame of the human race,
Yet, hearts of compassion weep
For the victim souls of natural disaster
Under the pressure of man made disaster.

Since long…..

Dalai Lama, the heart of compassion
To exemplify the art of happiness,
Urged with folded hands
With sincere speaking eyes,
The hot red regime
Who…
Spitted blaming names,
Yet…
The Noble laureate
Stands with a mind of forgiveness,
With the strength of tolerance.

Strange!

I laugh and wonder
Why Chinese Communist Regime
Demanded stoppage of ‘violence’
By the named ‘Dalai Clique’!
While a worse tragic scene,
Like the blood shed in
The Torjan war
Was left for the world to watch
On the highest plateau.

Beijing,

It’s not right,
To pressure the Medias and the West
To reject entry to a noble Olympic arena
What realities have you to hide?
Let the truth trump
If the guilty conscious prick you not.

Yes

IOC waits patiently,
For the human race to prosper,
Of course, you promised to offer
The birth rights of human souls
Born to live free at will
The best gift to make history!



-By Kalsang Tsomo (President) Tibetan Women’s Association, Toronto, Ontario.

(This poem was read by me in the University of Northern Iowa, USA, 2006)