The lofty peaks in
no mans land
harness the elements
without a sound.
Unleash their fury
on those who stand and
watch our brothers die
gagged and bound.
Make haste those in Beijing,
the heavens will open and
the Deities sing
their Mantras in
wrathful tongue,
The world will know
when their song is sung.
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