How life has been merciless
When your own homeland was poisonous to you?
False hopes and endless despair
Tears of iron
Could not wash away the
Blood entrenched jungle paths that
Led you out of your motherland’s
Ruthless,
Ambitious willingness to sacrifice You
A beautiful child of a Paradise No More
Someone was watching over you
To come through
Such a horrendous Hell
More Or less Unscathed
Heavy burden You will bear
To carry your fellows
To show the world
They are there still crossing
With their babies on their back
Such a bloody path
Of such peaceful people
Betrayed
Dominated
Deceived
By a motherland that used
You
It was worse than If they were
Your Worst Enemy
Motherland
Had gone
Headed
The wrong way
Corrupt
Heartless
Unimaginable Ruthless hold on to power
Power
That
Eternally Transformed
The actions
From Human
To Beasts.
The umbilical
That fed them To become such
Menace For Power
Colonialism
Fascism
Monarchy
Cannibalism
Atheism
Buddhism
Capitalism
Communism
Socialism
Christianity
Hinduism
Islamism
Judaism
Confucianism
The imprints of history
Entrenched with
Strangle hold on to Power.
At any cost,
Ready to
Kill, Deceive, Sacrifice
The whole kingdom
Of human tribes
Desperate
Despair
Humankind
Without the sky
There is no horizon
No jewels
For our
Future Child
Drunk with misery,
Felt the faraway blow on each and everyone
While absent from your motherland
Unused to be free
Free, Freedom
Freedom to morn
Morn the lost
The lost free Generation That has not existed
Existed in this life time
Freedom to be free
Free of pain
Inflicted by greed
Greed for power
Power over Her own child
Her own country My Homeland
Freedom to be brave
Brave enough
To speak back
To my motherland
Though With respect and love
In Burmese, In Buddhist Fashion
Freedom To Make my own mistakes
Freedom To Decide my own fates
Freedom To Change when necessary
For The future of the children Of our motherland
The voices Voices Voices that was from
The grand ethereal galaxies of motherland tribes
Had spoken
Spoken with their Courage, Blood, Unimaginable sacrifices
Sacrifices, Sacrifices of angels
Leaving their paradise
Warmth fireside
Hopes And dreams Of The young eternal lives
She had knocked on our door
Brought with her
The fresh freedom
As plenty as The bells on top of
Our whitewashed
PAGODAS
Time, Time to answer the call
The call to Freedom
Freedom for Your Child And Ours
To
To imagine a Burma
Where POWER is not for sale
Where You won’t be obsess with
Ways to Control, Brainwash, Dominate, Your people
To imagine a Burma Where your authority will be judged
Not by your ability to Confuse, Deceive, Instill fear and prejudices
But by your ability to Love, Administer justice, Care for your people
It is never too late to answer the call
The call for Freedom
Now is a good time
As any other time
Time to answer the call
Time to open the door
Time to let
The freedom bells ring!
Detained student leader Min Ko Naing, recently sentenced to 65 years in prison, is suffering from a severe eye ailment and is in need of immediate attention of an eye specialist, his sister, who visited him at Keng Tung prison in Shan state, said.
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