While some are wise enough I have found Mao Must I speak to Han shopkeepers in Lhasa Wang Zhongyong Yuan Qinghai The science of the missile, I know nothing of Lhasa I know Tibetans Maybe I have strayed, but
to search for the next
reincarnation of the Dalai Lama,
I am not, but
as a fly in a spider web
Tse Tung, or indulge
the tongue of my hatred
by laughing at he
who teachers mocked,
the angry secularist who
revenged himself by
collecting grievances, in
confusion, hate for relics,
for Religion, for Buddhism,
who is caught
in a spider web?
speak with condescension
of Tibetans they call
unworthy and lazy
ungrateful for smokestacks
calls us
“white-eyed wolves”
a Lhasa taxi driver
calls us filthy
not clean
like Han on their high tanks,
we on our horses
the rocket, entices
the Han jackals to embrace
the harmony and unity
of delusion
while plainclothes police lurk
have died
how would I know –
all my elders are dead, and
in ignorance of my faith I cry
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)
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