New Tibet

As boys we fucked each other.
As men we lie and smile;
Noble enough until the firstborn child
Then, we shuck our guile.

You think we don't fight.
Birds fight. Birds hate.
We fight, even as we reincarnate.
Free us, and a mess of mess will come rolling down
Upon you.
We are not what we should be
We just do what we do.

If we had power,
We would not fight for you
We would crush you.
We do what we do.

We have learned to continue to look at ourselves.
We leave fear of future,
Love for others,
And guilt untouched on our shelves.