Poems

The Lhasa Society
Committed to bringing the Tibetan cause to the world

Poems

Words to honestly think about

1. Tibet The land of Tears 2. Only Time will tell 3. Farewell Tibet

Tibet the land of tears, Elliot Lee
Tibet, Tibet, The land of tears, How the red caused fears, Old Tibet may never return again.
The Red came in hordes, Confusing the masses, They over ran all the lamaseries, and villages, Crucifying everyone in their way,
On a street a woman weeps baby in her arms, Her baby mortified, The father putrefied, Weeps as a soldier blows her away
The Red ruled with an iron fist, Slaughtering, all they could see, Ripping lives apart, Tearing Lamaseries apart,
On a dark September night, The red raided the dark lamasery, Screams of pain among, trapas clubbed to death, Wailing down the long hallway, Girls dragged away to be whores, Boys hacked by the executioner*s ax, Those who remained were reeducated.
The farmers had to plant rice on the roof of the world, Those who refused would be bludgeoned to death, The farms then failed, Masses died of starvation, The red were angry, farmers suffered, Lifeless bodies of mangled peasants and their families lie dead on the streets.
The Great Proliterian Cultural Revolution reached Tibet in the fall of *66. The reds stormed immense lamaseries, Destroying all they could see, Murals brunt, and gold statues melted, The red killed anyone who got in their way, They doused the entire lamasery with gasoline, And rigged with tons of dynamite, The dynamite ignited sending the centuries old walls and buildings sky-high. The Lamasery was a sea of fire,
Outside a group of village elders sat wailing, At the destruction of their lamasery, The old men were dragged away by several red, The red placed them under the wheels of a humvee, The red put the humvee in gear and ran over the old men laughing, All that remained of the men was a mangled pool of blood. Scattered with disconnected limbs,
Tibet, Tibet, The land of tears, How the red caused fears, Old Tibet may never return again,

Tibet, Only Time will tell, Elliot Lee
One said for certain things only time will tell, For Tibet only time would tell, And indeed it did tell, Told was the story of disater, Disater that brought meloncholy to the peasants of Tibet,
A dark evil was building on Tibet, Day after day ganing strength, After many moons finally did it become truely evil, Day after day they brought death to all in their way, Red Guards as they were known as brought disaster to the Roof of the world.
The Great Proliterian Cultural Revolution was a product of the evil, Engineered by the Red Guards, Day after day, weeks after weeks did they destroy monestraies, With no end, Murals which survived the savage Mongols, Gold idols which survived the aggressors the British, Were brutally mutilated into worthless emptyness of the stomach of the evil,
Finally did such terror end, Savagely as it begank, in the end of *76, 10 years of disater, 10 years of pain, With their dear leader in exile, The excurciating pain remained indeed,
With the evil gone yet another evil remains, For never can evil be ridden, Even though if one thinks the evil has been ridden, It has not for evil if attacks remains within one for eternity, The evil from one*s dear soul, The evil of betrayal to one*s people, The evil of being more red than Tibetan, This evil remains rempant, Among the youth in Tibet, Such evil will destroy Tibet for one will forget his identity, Ultimately leading to destruction, Only time will tell for the confused youth of Tibet.
One said for certain things only time will tell, For Tibet only time would tell, And indeed it did tell, Told was the story of disater, Disater that brought meloncholy to the peasants of Tibet,

Farewell Tibet Elliot Lee
Farewell my dear land, Farewell my dear land of majestic beauty, Monks and Monasteries of immeasurable tranquillity, Mountains of supernatural belovelity, Farewell my dear land, Forgive me you must, For a few months ago, Forbid I did, To even ponder possibilities, Of crossing such mountains of the gods, But now I do, and I must For I fear for my dear life, I beg forgiveness to do such things, For the gods above and beyond the skies, Farewell Tibet, My dear land of immeasurable tranquillity,