Running torch relays

On ruins of freedom,

Ruins of freedom in Tibet,

Tendered by rulers of Beijing.

Olympic run was run

In years gone by

To trigger virtue of selflessness

And release human spirit

To sweet songs of freedom.

As Olympic torch relays

Limp to iron curtain of Beijing,

Harangued by seekers of freedom,

Rulers of Beijing,

Grin in toothy grin,

And masturbate in full glare

Of conniving humanity,

While chained Tibet

Sobs in chain.