The air is thinner up here,
atop the roof of the world
But it’s safer here to dream
of peace commanding a nation;
Peace instead of totalitarian trickery.
Amidst the sea of saffron,
I see unrepressed elation
at the love that binds humanity.
Love instead of military weaponry.
Throughout the tankless land,
I hear tumultuous chants
uttered in peaceful revelry;
Joy instead of dread.
And without greed mercilessly choking the gentry,
I feel their spirits rejoicing about me,
for with thundering hearts and almighty action,
they seek ascension.
Some speak of it in principle;
others defend it in stride,
refusing to step on their neighbor,
for there is no glory in depravity.
Watch them denounce the robber barons in heat,
and for a higher purpose speak.
I can see the converted clamouring for freedom;
up and over Mt. Everest they billow,
overlooking the valley of shadows at their feet.
Yes, the air is thinner up here,
where you’ll find me nestled in nirvana.