Turn your face to an empty sky
no moon
no stars
just a graveyard
where Tibetans lie.
Tibet is dying
silence in the hills
Smothered by empty words
no care for the blood
that spills.
O brave free world
what a myth you have become
tied to the dollar
of desire
emptiness is nothing.
When you haste to find a change
too late for many
to late for all,
across the mountains
in our dreams
Nothing
but a gentle snow fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
emptiness is nothing, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.