This is a poem that I read for my school's Martin Luther King Jr. Day celebration. The full, original poem can be found on High Peak Pure Earth's website.
“The Fragrant Flower of Freedom”
by Reba Gerong Tsering
Who burnt themselves in the desperate darkness
Who raised the unyielding heads under the Iron Curtain
Who cares for the cry of the weak in this era?
People,
What is conscience?
What is morality?
Freedom is not sent from heaven
Marauding wolves do not listen to the Buddha
All depends on ourselves
However
However we do not have enemies
The so-called enemies are ourselves
Melt the cold heart with compassion
Cure the ignorant and paranoid wound with love
In the tree of freedom
The fragrant flowers are touching
Under the tree of freedom
All living creatures are accomplishing their deeds