Xêrab Gyamco

A religious teacher with great pride, But in the 1930s, he fell from grace, And returned to his home with haste. With the Nationalists and Communists he'd claim, Government posts he held with pride, In Tibetan areas far and wide. Vice-president and then president indeed, Until the Cultural Revolution's cruel blow, His leg was broken by a Red Guard's throw. A loss felt by many on that somber day, But when the Gang of Four was caught, His name was rehabilitated, as it ought. His story shines, like stars at night, A teacher, a politician, a leader too, His legacy lives on, forever true. Random page: Xəlilli, Davachi