Pens and Guns
Nov 6th, 2008
Dropped the books and left the class
Marching across the mud and blood
Jogging around and ducking down
Fighting along but not we bow.
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Dropped the pens and go for guns
Blood for blood and guns for guns
Trekking across the mountain tops
Rights and Freedom that we fought.
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So many heroes though we got
Too many heroes have we lost
Will never stop for what we fought
‘Surrender’ is the word for junta’s Dogs.
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Dropped the books and left the class
Dropped the pens and go for guns
Freedom! Freedom! in our hands
Shall we cultivate in our land.
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(Salute to ABSDF comrades on their historic 20th Anniversary)
Nay Yu (MGN)
December 5th, 2011 at 3:14 pm
Oh nice poem. I will translate it in Bengali(Bangladesh). Pl give me permission to publish it in Bengali. We some poets of Bangladesh want to make friendship with u all
Gazi saiful Islam
Dhaka
December 5th, 2011 at 7:07 pm
OK, please translate as faithfully as possible and include the author’s name linked to the original. I am sure the author will appreciate your effort
December 5th, 2011 at 8:16 pm
Thanks Dhaka and Taisamyone. No objection from me as long as Burma Digest is happy.