Monday 14 November 2011

Footsteps of the Dalai Lhama



We walked for miles away from our homes
 across sleeping giants and the himalayas

Up in snow-capped mountains
Where eagles spiral above the ancient pine

And animalistic spirits roam looking for shamens to enlighten
And nomadic tribes to heal

We finally arrive in Dharamsala India
And the people here greet us with warm smiles and rice

The westerners take our pictures without asking
Capturing our souls forever with their Babylonian devices
Like vampirique cyclops’s head hunting for trophies

This is our exhile and down by the food strike
Pictures of mutilation and torture can be seen

And these yellow faces and asian eyes lul and dampen when they think

Of the orient

and only their faith and resolution can comfort them now

As everything you become attached to will bring you this suffering
A country kills its own to remember its self
And every nations self is expected to kill others to remember which country it belongs to
Is this identity
Or a mask....
Or an
Iron maiden goverment cocoon

caste in fools gold

and lacquered with the tears of the worlds women and children....



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