The Last Breath of Tibet

All is calm from where I stand Purple and pink flowers sway in the breeze. What should be a good time is no longer. Those flowers were destroyed by tanks, as was my faith. My land no longer exists. It's their land now, where my last breath was taken. I open my eyes and the land I dream of is gone. Chaos and destruction replaces it, this is the real world I see before me. I take another breath and think, to think of what I could do today to help. Help bring back that world I dream of. Should I give another speech about world peace, or just sit and pray for it all to go away. I begin to drift off to my world of Tibet, and hopefully take another breath.