03dec10 Poem Against Visitors Registration in Burma

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Oh! My beloved lend me your ears,
Listen to the lament from deep fathom of my heart.
As you are the sharp shooters of archers,
There is neither mistake nor slip in your arts.
The nightingale of hope,
From grief garden of primrose,
Chanting sorrowful prose,
Lamenting on glorious past of rose.
When the essences of rose wrenched,
The [...]

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A country of great beauty
People so gentle and kind
There is also ugliness
And cruelty
Fleeing and hiding
And foraging for food
To survive
Our people are in pain
Suffering like no hell on earth
Darkness and despair
Surround them
And freedom is out of reach
Beaten and battered by life
Death and diseases
Of the mind and spirit
Swallowed up by gloominess
And bitterness
How can they carry on?
Each of [...]

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Here I sit in my small damp room
Looking at the grey buildings outside;
People rushing to their work;
Everything moves so fast here,
In this city, of this foreign land.
People catching trains,
Waiting for red buses,
People going somewhere,
Not wanting to waste any time…
As I sit here I dream of my homeland
The land that I will never see again.
It [...]

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Bawa
Life
Hoo thee
Is
Toh taung hla bay zwa
So very short
Kan yay byin hnaik tet thaw
Climbing up to the surface of a lake
Yay pwet hmya thar hpyit tair.
Like a mere bubble.
Kway thaw let myah
Arms that are bent
Hsant ma-thwah hmee
Before they are straightened
Ma-tee thaw athet
Life can cease to exist.
Khandar hoo thee
The (physical) body is
Zarti zayar marana
from Birth until [...]

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From a tear drop of Avalokitesvara
You came to us -
Beautiful, tranquil, loving and kind,
Oh Tara,
In you I seek refuge.
We hide behind our masks
Of indifference or toughness,
We try hard to do the things
That gives us comfort;
We try to numb the pain
And to delay the time of death,
And yet some of us indulge
To hasten our own deaths.
We [...]

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“NOW SHE’S 64″
by Dr.,David Law
18 June 2009, Washington DC
Sing to tune of the Beatles’ “When I’m 64″
(First Verse)
There is a Lady whom we all love,
Sitting all alone….
In an awful cell inside of **”Moscow Jail,”
Our dear Lady wasting away….
She’s house-arrested for 13 years
Now there’s 5 more years
Will they release her? Will they still keep her?
Now She’s [...]

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Helping Burma is a
Matter of the Heart
- by Jeffrey Karl Hellman
In tears I  write these words,
In tears my words will start,
I heard a voice for human rights,
Helping Burma is a matter of the heart.
 For years the people of Burma,
have been tortured by a disease,
A tumor, a cancer, malicious, Metastasis,
Bear with me if you please.
 See cancer [...]

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by D.Law 21 Feb 2009
(Sing to the tune of Somewhere My Love in Dr. Zhivago,  ’60’s)
First Verse
Someday My Friends  — there will be Freedom Bells
Although right now — we’re in a Land of Hell
Somewhere a Spark — Revolution, we’ll start
All of our Dreams  —   all will come true at last (British pronunciation)
Chorus 1 :
Peo-ple — [...]

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by D.Law 21 Feb 2009
[Sing to the tune of Obladi, Oblada by the Beatles, mid '60's]
First Verse
SPDC Than Shwe is a fearful man
Clenching his two balls within his hands
He is fearful of losing his balls of power
And so he clenches tightly in his bloody hands
Chorus 1:
Oh Burmese, Oh  Burma!
President, Help!  President Obama, Help!
In a couple [...]

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by D.Law, 21 February 2009
[Sing to the melody of BRIDGE on RIVER KWAI, circa 1956]
First Verse
Than Shwe,  –   an evil sick old man,  –   Pan Thay !
Impotent, flower dead,   –  Than Shwe
He wants more power,   –  so he refuses  –   to let go
Of  pow–  pow–    pow-pow   pow–   pow-er
Than Shwe,  –  an evil sick old man,  [...]

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Dropped the books and left the class
Marching across the mud and blood
Jogging around and ducking down
Fighting along but not we bow.
.
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.
. 
So many heroes though we got
Too many heroes have we lost
Will never stop [...]

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By Salai Eagle (Chinland Guardian)
It was,
The cry of millions and
Unforgettable episode of the History.
Is it the instigation of victory?
Not a dream, but a reality.
Seeing is believing.
The march of monks and the mass,
Reality of the rights is revealed under the lord of death.
Offering and risking the precious lives.
Today is always the best day.
Burma is the Golden [...]

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A volcanic rupture of the peoples’ desire
Extruding from Burma’s deeply rooted magma
Monk-led eruption with ash cloud of vision
For a country poisoned and sundered by SPDC
The lava of people, peaceful and harmless, flows
Along the conduits throughout the country
Layers of monks, civilians and students
Flanked and united for freedom and liberty
A barbaric junta of Ne Win, the late [...]

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Where are those voices of ‘Metta’?
While the Evils still in power
Where are those Saffron power?
Glittering in the sky
Deep in our mind
Though Evils rule our land
With their bloody hands.
Where are those ‘Sons of Buddha’?
While the guns still pointing our hearts
Where are those ‘Peaceful Walks’?
Glittering beyond the horizon
Still shining for the by-gone
Though Evils rule our land
With thier bloody [...]

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I’ve come through the road
Coming toward my chest
That brings me where your net lies
Does Love just causes
The half moon to smile
Or removing the jasmine on your hair?
For me, love is just like a silent crime
I have a bad mind
As well as expecting a good time.
To love one nationality to the others
To understand one religion to [...]

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By May Ng,
August 2008, New York
Do you recall the land of golden spires?
Where morning bells are answered with murmurs of saffron prayers
And the silence of bare feet echoing their innocence
In a land overwhelmed by evilness and greed
A message of hope for hearts in deepest despair
In a language of love for a people enduring only callousness [...]

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Bogyoke
Spoke for the freedom
And democracy as he planned
Though our land
Still run in fear
And in the evils’ hand.
Bogykoe
Unrivalled and his comrades
Though they are gone for decades.
Generals…Generals
Even Senior General
Shamelessly born
And the Titles are plenty for Generals
Bogyoke
Unrivalled and his comrades
Though they are gone for decades.
Generals…Generals
Even Senior General
They are not worth to salute
They are just dusts under Bogyoke’s boots.
Nay Yu

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