The sword of hatred is ornamented with the handle of invasion,
A red star has imprisoned the sun and moon,
The high snow-peaked mountains are cloaked in the darkness of a
poisonous wind;
The peaceful valleys have been shattered by the sound of artillery.
But the dignity of the Tibetan people competes with the glory of the
sky.
Composed November 10, 1972.
âChogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, FIRST THOUGHT BEST THOUGHT, © Diana J.
Mukpo.
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