I.
Now in the
White flames of burning flags we
found a world worth dying for, yeah
We've been battered so hard that we don't
feel anymore.> How can he reach you in exile? They walk across a street in the U.S. carrying the stars and stripes. How does the red and yellow robes of your monkhood rise against the field of blood and stars?
The new generation tire of peace talks and negotiations. Their palms separate in the sanctuary of temple grounds, and with twisted complexion, set the fire under the frying pan.
Are these really your teachings?
> This is where your history has taken you. You can take their beating heart in a box and put it on display like Mao, you can set the Great Firewall of China and complain of unfair media coverage. Your exiled ones can march down the streets in Canadian cities, still snowbound in March, holding flags.
You can go neither way. either watch your people suffer or incur the wrath and prejudice of the world. You can put them into temple lockdown, but in reality, it is you whose hands are tied now.
> I wish you'd see that you are the third monkey to fall off the swing. I scroll down the page and see beside every flag the phrase urging respect for human rights. And yet no one suggests temperance.
> I had a chance to go to Halifax to light the torch of human rights. but I didn't go.
There has been enough written on this.
this article may be too long. See Tibet for disambiguation. II.
> It is surreal, is it not, seeing a crack right across the road, you on one side, destruction writhing on the other. Your neighbours scatter from the epicentre like fireworks exploding, or else they cling to hands of those underneath the rubble. In plastic sleeping bags you whisper through the nights, your eyes gleaming like deers caught in headlights.
How many bootleg movies about the Apocalypse have you watched through the smoke and sizzle of spicy cooking? And now you are in one.
And the funny thing is, we look through the screen and still think you are one.
> One of my professors joked last year that he believes Florida received their due divine retribution.
After all, look who they elected to office. Maybe it is time to contemplate your history. Refer to part I.
> A heart has changed to a rainbow. The few long exiles who sided against you in Part I now try to curry donations in remote islands.
> I scroll through online photos and think, there is too much gray in these pictures.
Can we be saved? Has the damage all been done?
Is it too late to reverse what we've become?
A lesson to learn at a crucial point in time
What's mine was always yours, and yours is mine.Links ---
(Screams always comes through the picture.)
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