In the office
Generals busied with seizing power.
Posting soldier in line with full of equipment,
Pointing the guns to be ready,
While people and soldier were in tug-of-war,
General spit the order out "Fire"
Warrior soldier fired into large crowd,
Branches of Olive fall down,
Doves slump down on streaming blood,
The ownerless school bags sprawling on streets,
Tumbling exercise books were swirling in rosy stream.
Innyar lake's bridge be memorised to be 'Red Bridge'
But immortal slumbering souls snoring with
"Tyranny, Tyranny" Down, Down!"
"Military rule" "Down, Down!"
"We want!" "Democracy!"
"We want!" "Democracy!"
Thousands of student were forced to leave
Their beloved class-mates,
Schools, schools' compounds, universities, universities' compounds,
compelled to be rebel in jungles
Again to restore the democracy and human rights
Which are the whole citizens alike.
In people's desire they sacrificed their lives.
From the nests,
Mothers with eternal ambitions,
Still hoping for their nestling come back,
Eventhough the information are neglect,
No messages, no letters post back,
In fulfilling for their sacrificed friends' desires,
Nestlings are struggling and marching in the wars,
With sometime home-sick, sometime school-sick,
The love of parents sometime they miss.
The heavy troops of military regime
Have been locating in all ethnic regions
To defeat all activities of self-determination,
Democracy, Human Rights,
With using the ideas of demoralize and terrorise
In the civil war zone,
It is the military junta's wont
Since the 1988 nation-wide democracy uprising
In which conflict the blood of civil
Has endlessly been leaking and oozing.
While mother democracy in cordon cell
Sick with malaria in a corner of Ain Sein Jail
The children in Burma
suffering with HIV+AIDS ill,
The rest with arid souls
Being forced to be labour roles.
The rosy roses on infertile soil
Being pushed to be molls.
The gaols with full of prisoners
Be the students' and politicians' centres,
And captives are peaceful demonstrators,
Non-violent-lovers and freedom-fighters.
The schools with empty chairs
Be the heavens of doves' souls-
Which are flying on high than the higher.
The soldier with licences to rape,
Are marching on the wars,
Rape the ladies and girls,
Gangsters and detectors in bars
Spying the people's sounds,
No suspects found,
But drinking and dancing with
Engaging-waitresses-school-ages-around.
The country is,
With popular cocaine and heroin business,
Ailing with HIV and AIDS,
Become the world poorest.
But generals in dictatorship to dictatorship
Has been seizing power longer than the longest.
Thousands of young man, lady and girl,
Have been leaving their homes,
Enter Thailand and work in motel, restaurants, bars,
Some are the sex-dealers, some are man-sellers,
Some are cocaine and heroin carriers, become drug users,
Some are factory workers, tailors, sailors, sea-fishers
And most of ladies and girls are sex-workers
Carrying HIV and AIDS booms
Come back to their homes.
The army,
With using the chauvinistic strategies,
Has been driving the aborigines out to be
Thousands of hundreds of homeless refugees.
Lifting, marauding, looting the civil properties,
Refugees are suffering with malaria, typhoid, cholera,
Dengue, ill and dying outside of their land's boundaries.
From one of Keren Refugee camps
A school girl said "I miss my village.
I wanna go home and live in peace"
Khine Mra Thein (Choung Tha Gree)
6. November 2006
Dum Dum Central Jail, Kolkatta, India.
