I hear voices from a far distance
Through the holes of high standing Himalayas
Through the cracks of charming Chinese walls
Through the murky river rushing down to us,
I hear voices from a far distance
From the small cells of squirrel size
From the dark rooms of rat holes
From the long lines of concentration camps,
I hear voices from a far distance
A woman wailing, for her dear husband
A child calling for her father figure
A monk murmuring for his murdered Lama
I hear voices from a far distance
When men in uniform are at distant
When the communist curtains are wide open
When guards at the gate are gone
I hear voices from a far distance
For the land they lost long ago
For the siblings they separated so long
For the freedom they lost long ago
By Sonsnow
You have written a stirring account of the past voices in your region. I hope that people never forget these images.
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Thanks, ya hopefully their voices can be heard by the concerned leaders and resolve their grievances in goodwill.
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May leaders everywhere hear these voices, too.
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True, they may do some good for the greater cause of humanity, only if they are committed to truth and justice as you are.
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Inspiring words ❤️
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Thank You!
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Powerful words!
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Thank You!
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Not very difficult to understand the situations you write about – hope people, more of the right kind can carry forward the voices of those who can’t speak for themselves…..well-written!👍
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Thanks a lot!
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Well written 💛
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Thanks a lot!
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Wow❤ very rarely I come across such wonderful pieces
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Thanks for going through my piece.
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