New York City Protest, 2008

                                      We march as one
Even in our dreams
We march
Shaking our fists
At the exiled sky
Singing

                                      Back home
If we were to do this
We would be jailed
And possibly killed

                                      Here it is possible
To enact the savagery of
The Chinese government
On crowded streets
To wave our Tibetan flag
To recite prayer beads
And weep—
All at once.

Copyright 2011 Arya F. Jenkins