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 us has a role to play

To help our countrymen
Not by hatred and blame
Not by giving false hope
Or ideas
Or concepts

But to see the big vision

A vision that’s not small or limited
A vision that’s vast and spacious

So that Burma’s people may rise up

Like a beautiful lotus
From a muddy pond.

XXXXXXXXXXXXX

Feraya

As I sit here I dream of my homeland
The land that I will never see again.

It is safer in this foreign land,
I dream of the past and how things were
Before the soldiers came…

The misty mountains and the cool clear air,
The sound of wind chimes from faraway temples,
The smell of a wood smoke in the neighbouring field,
The stream nearby where we bathed and swam,
The cocks crowing just before dawn,
The evening butterflies that flew around me
As I helped to round up my father’s buffaloes.

And then, home was somewhere we had to run from
Just to survive
When the soldiers came…

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 Death

Thawka pari dewa aneissa
Beset with Miseries [until] Final Death

Amyair hman kan thaw ayar
It is always true

Ma myair chin thar hpyit tair.
That [everything is] impermanent.

Phayar shin thaw hma ma lwair naing thaw tayar
Even Lord Buddha was not an exception to this Truth

Aneissa thay hsone chin eet tayar.
The Truth is that all must finally die.

Tanayt tachain
One day (there will be) a time

Lay hmar lwinthaw — pwintchat ngair hnair
Like a small petal that — gets blown in the wind

Kyama thay hsone bar leint mair.
I will die and come to an end.

Kyama athet loo gyi a-ywair
My life as an elder person

Thwah ya met lan pyin hsin get bar dair.
I have prepared the road that I must go.

Kyama ko kyama
I do not regard myself

Pepe lo Arzarni loht ma-yu hsa bar boo.
As an Arzarni (Martyr Hero) like my Papa.

A-hman tayah net tayah oobaday thar
(I am ) Only a law-abiding,

Myat no bar det tharman loo
Ordinary person who appreciates Truth.

Myanmar a-myo kaung zah yay go
Just a person who strives for the well-being

Shay shoot thu thar phyit tair.
Of the Burmese people.

A-kair ywayt kyama thay loon det a-khar
If and when I die

Ma-ngo bar net ma-poo hsway gya bar net
Do not cry, do not be saddened

Kyi gyi kyair gyair zarpanar pwair ma-loke kya bar net.
Do not hold a grand elaborate funeral event.

Kyama go chitthoo ma-chitthoo
Those who love me and those who don’t

Myithoo ma-hso har shoot naing dair.
Anyone may come and see [the body].

Poat pwa hpoo yaung loo thay kaung eet
The sight of a rotten swollen dead corpse

Myet myin moat cha artthooba ka-ma-htann
Is certainly a funereal meditation

Oh, nar, thay gyin, eet ma-myair thaw lann.
Growing old, becoming ill, and dying, is the Way of Impermanence.

Kyama thay hsone pyi nauk
After the time of my death

Chan htar get bar ya zay.
Let (me) leave behind:

Kyama eet a-htut myat thaw za-bin
My hair that I hold highest

Shwe Dagon Hsandawshin thoht hloodann bar
Please donate to Shwe Dagon, the Pagoda of [Buddha's] Sacred Hair

Kyama eet myet kyi hlwar
My corneas

A-linn ma-ya thoo go hloodan pay bar
Please donate to those who have no light

Kyama eet hna-lone thar — kyaukkat
My heart — kidneys

A-thair ka-leezar myar
Liver and other organs

Kaung thay bar ga lo att thoo myar ah hloodann pay bar
If they are still good, please donate to those who need them

Ma-thar ta-khauk kyaung hsair gauk
One funeral [requires] ten trips to the monastery

Nar yay koo nyi thaw cetanashin
To he who provides charitable aid for funerals,

Sinkyair thaw kootho net Ko Kyaw Thu
Ko Kyaw Thu, he with sincere merit,

Kyama a-thet met khandar go hloo bar dair.
I donate my lifeless body to him.

Phoat kyi tha-gyo pay bar.
Please cremate (me).

Poat pwa lar met khandar ah
This body that will rot and swell

Mee tha-gyo pyi –
After cremation –

Ya lar thaw khandar eet pyar myay zar
The body’s ashes that will be food for the earth

A-pin doht a-twet myay aw zar kyway pay bar.
Feed the plants as earth fertilizer.

Naung la nauk thar myar a-twet
For future generations

Kyama eet nay ein (thoma-hoat) kyama eet a-kyinhtaung
My home (or) my prison

Insein Htaung Gwair
Insein Prison Subdivision

A-hmat 54 Tekkatho Yeikthar Lann
Number 54 University Avenue

Aung San Suu Kyi Pya Daik a-phyit
Let it become “Aung San Suu Kyi Museum”

Kyama eet a-thone a-hsaung – books
My belongings — books

Teethoo met thaw sandayah
The piano with no player

Kyama eet Myanmar a-woot a-sah
My Burmese clothes

Yo thah thaw Myanmar a-myo tha-mee eet tan boh myah
A simple Burmese woman’s valuables

Naung lar nauk thah myah shoot myin zay.
Let future generations see and observe.

Kyama eet kyan yit thaw ban ngwe thah a-nair ngair
What little money is left in the bank

Kyama eet zarpanar za-yeik hnint
Use it for my funeral and also for

Hsin yair thaw Thangar oh myah a-twet kyan mar yay
The health of poor and old monks

Ziwita Darna Hsay a-hloo
Donate it towards the Monks’ Hospital

Kwair loon thoo miba myah a-hmoot htah ywayt
In remembrance of parents who have passed away

Kyama hnint kwair loon thoo khin poon a-twet
(And ) For me and my husband who has passed away

Thah myah hma yay zet cha – a-hmya way zay gyin bar dair.
I would like for my sons to pour the water (=give donations) and distribute the merits of a-hmya. –

Kyama ya htah thaw Nyein Chan Yay Nobel hsoot ngwe thah
The money from the Nobel Peace Prize which I received

$1.3 million ah
The $1.3 million

Ko kyoh a-twet ma-thone swair.
Should not be used for my benefit.

Da-pya ma-chan Myanmar Pyithu myah a-twet
Not witholding a single pya, it is to be for the People of Burma

Kyanmar yay net pyinnar yay yan bone ngwe
A fund for (their) health and education

Hloodan get bar dair.
(I hereby) bequeath.

Ko seik hnit phyar kyanmar chanthar gya bar zay.
(May they) have health and wealth in both in body and mind.

Kyar kyar tha-hmya a-hmya, a-hmya, a-hmya yoodaw moo.
All those who hear (say) “A-hyma, a-hmya, a-hmya,” and receive merit (for this donation)

A-myo a-twet htah det a-may yet cetana go
The sincere goodwill that Mother keeps for the People

Nah lair par-ra-mi phyat pay thoo thah myah
Is understood by my sons who have allowed (me) to fulfil my mission (for the People)

Amay bawa hmar mway ya kyo nat par dair.
In Mother’s life, it has been worthwhile bearing these sons.

Amay bawa a-twet a-kaung zone
In Mother’s life, (this) has been the best

Phayah pay thaw hsoot lat
The prize, the boon given (to me) by God

Dee thah myah thar phyit par dair.
Are these sons (and only these sons)

Dee thah myah a-twet
For these Sons

Amay mway get thaw ziwita a-thet
Mother gave them life

Aphay pay get thaw pyinnar hma da-bah
Father gave them education

A-chah pay yan seezein a-mway ma-sheet.
Apart from these, there is no other inheritance, no luxury (goods) to bequeath

Seik dat hnint kyankkhaing thaw myo yo eet a-mway
Except the heritage of the Spirit and Strength of our family

Aung San Myo Yo — hset kyan nay bar zay.
The Aung San Family — may it continue to exist.

A-too nay Ma Ma Daw Khin Win hnint tha-mee myah
Elder Sister Daw Khin Win and Daughters who lived together (with me)

Kyama ah saunk shauk thaw kyay zoo
I am grateful that they took care of me

A-htoo ma-mayt bar. Kyay zoo tin bar dair.
( I ) especially thank (them) and will not forget.

Hsay wah kootha pay thaw
(He) who provided medical treatment

Maung ngair Dr. Tin Myo Win
Younger Brother Dr. Tin Myo Win

Tha-mah seik yin gyaunk kyama a-thet shay –
(I had) A long life because of his physician’s dedication –

Kyay zoo hsat s’ayar pyissee met thoo kyama
I who have no possessions with which to repay this gratitude

Oocha pyi hsat par ya zay.
Allow (me) to bow (my) head to repay (you).

Pyidwin pyipa
Inside the country (and) outside the country

Kyama go chit khin gya thaw
All those who love me

Kyama go ah pay gya thaw
All those who encouraged me

Meik hsway thin ga-ha
Friends and aquaintances

Theethoo ma-theethoo hmantha mhya
To all people I know or not know

Kyama pyoothaw kootho a-pho bar ga way hmya bar dair
( I ) share the merits from the good deeds ( I have done ).

Shwin lann gya zay.
May (they) be of good cheer.

Kyama eet ta-oo dee thaw chit ya thaw akogyi,
My only beloved elder brother,

Thway thar sat thoo U Aung San Oo a-twet –
For (my ) blood-relative U Aung San Oo –

Kyama a-phay eet ba-gyi ta-chat –
A painting of my Father –

Thoo ma-thay ghin — gaung yin hmar cheik pho pay att khet dair.
Before he dies — ( I ) give it to him so he can hang it at the head of his bed.
–
A-hnit 20 thettan ya thettaw shay
For a life span of 20 years in office, long-lived

A-way yauk Woon Gyi Gyoke
Far-distant (exiled) Prime Minister

Kyama ta-woongwair maung Dr. Sein Win –
My cousin Dr. Sein Win –

Kyama yet a-hnit (20) a-choke kar la a-twinn
During the 20 year period of my detention

Kyama ya det hsoot dway let khan det a-khar sin baw tet
For ascending the stage to accept on my behalf the prizes I received

Myet hnar pyar baw ya pay dar.
(He) has been reliable to show his face.

A-htoo kyay zoo tin bar dair.
(To him) I especially give thanks.

Pepe myet nhar net
(Despite my) Father’s face

Kyama a-paw — ma-sheet det apyit ko tin – akwet hsin
I was blamed — although there was no blame — and framed

Atinn htaung cha — that sho kair pya det
(I was ) forcibly sentenced to prison — and then “rescued” like an espionage (trick)

Atoot yoo chee mwoon htaik par thaw
(He who ) deserves to be congratulated and emulated

Hmoo Gyi Than Shwe yet myittar cetanar
Senior Gen. Than Shwe’s loving kindness

Mhat kyauk sar htoh get bar dair.
Has been etched in stone for the (historical) record.

Kaleinchone Na-Ah-Hpa eet gandawin michaung myet yay
The fragrant crocodile tears of the treacherous Na-Ah-Hpa (SPDC regime)

Kyama ma-khaw bair alair det et thair
The so-called visitor whom I did not invite

Kyama athet bay atwet thoo so yein dair.
He was worried about danger to my life.

Maw pann mayt lair nay thaw hseegyo loonar thair thoo
He, the diabetic patient who was so exhausted and passed out

Poot toot Za-nay Oomata kaw a-hso sheet
There is a proverb about such men

Kamyar — cetanar net thadeet pay yan kyan det atwet
For him — because he intended with sincere goodwill to warn (me)

Thoo eet htar sheet thaw ga-yoot nar cetanar
For his sympathy and goodwill

Kyay zoo tin bar htaik par dair.
(He) would be said to deserve thanks.

Kyama thwah det akhar –
When it is time for me to go –

Tayah than way ga –
Be philosophical with (Universal) Truth –

Myet yay ma-kya gya bar net.
Do not shed tears.

Ma pyi hsone thay det kyama yet woot tayah
The duties and obligations which I have not yet accomplished

Kyama nay yar koo nyi par win phyayt zee pay gya bar.
Please take my place and help (me) accomplish them.

Kyama atwet htar det chit myittar
The Love that you have for me

Taing byi amyo atwet
For the Nation and People

Let hsint kann kyoh zah pay bar.
Please try and pass it on (to the Nation and People).

Aphay pay get det Lut Lat Yay
The Freedom that Father gave

Kyama let htet hmar ma-ya thay ghin
If we do not receive before I die

Kyama thay loon get bar hlyin
If I die and pass on

Kyama ko zah tar woon hset yoo pay naing zay.
May (you) take the responsibility in my place.

Ta nayt hmar Daung Myo Nwair Zet
One day The People of the Peacock Descendants

Pyan gaung htaung hta gya bar zay
May they raise their heads and arise

Doht Myanmar Myo — theik khar myo nwair hsway.
Our Burmese People — the Dignity of Our Race.

Ar nar shin sa-nit — pyoke kya bar zay.
The Dictatorship — May it fall.

Loo hso dar ta nayt nayt dawt thay loon hmar bar.
Humans one day must surely die and pass on.

Apyit masheet mhan kan yoh phyaunk thoo
(She) who has no crime and is honest and truthful

Yair woont zwar thay yair det thoo ga
Dares to face Death bravely

Thay gyin go ma-kyauk ma-yoont pyay twayt woont bar dair.
Dares to face death without fear, without flinching.

Akair loht myah Daw Aung San Suu Kyi thay loon pyi det akhar –
When and after Daw Aung San Suu Kyi has died and passed on –

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(translated by David Law. 1 November 2009)

The will of Daw Aung San Suu Kyi (Burmese)

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When will we stop turning the wheel of karma?
How many lifetimes do we have to live

Before we find solace from this ocean of suffering?
Oh Tara,
In your loving smile
I seek refuge.

Feraya

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 64

(First Chorus)
In the year of ‘88 she led the way to demonstrate
For Freedom for ***Our Cause.
She was almost kil—led…..
All the Ethnic groups give sup-port: Shan, Ka-ren, and More

(Second Verse)
She could have gone back to the UK
To her sons and friends.
Settle down to write a book and go reti(re)
Live in comfort, get her some rest.

But She will not, She’s in for a trial,
And She’s not a-fraid !
Who can  defend Her? who can befriend Her?
Now She’s 64.

Chorus:
In 2003 there was a cruel massacre with-in ****Depayin Town
She was almost kil—led…..
But those mur-der-ers all went free
While she was in jail.

(Third Verse)
*****S-P-D-C is very smart,
They’ll keep her in jail
While they rape and  kill the Ethnic villagers:
Chin, Ka-ren, Mon, Shan and Rakhaing

Let’s go out and all demonstrate
We can’t tolerate
It’s getting so long, it’s getting too long
Now She’s 64!

Whoo!

Footnotes:
*Ma Ma in Burmese means Elder Sister, not mother which is
May May. Pronounced in a very brief short stacatto, ma!. ma!.
– not like the long-drawn out Maaa maaa as in English or Chinese.

**Moscow is the common derisive nickname for that insane Insein Jail.

***”Our Cause,” in Burmese, is “Doh!. A-Yay!”,  a historical
rousing battle cry against the SPDC dictatorship for over
a quarter-century, just like the Iranians’ “Death to the
Dictator”

****Depa-yin is pronounced a kind of like “deeper” and “in”
Thousands of SPDC thugs ambushed and killed about a hundred of
Ms. ASSK’s followers on 30 May 2003 but the case was hushed up by
the dictatorship.

*****SPDC supposedly stands for State Peace and Developmental
Council, but a US Senator felt that it stood for Secret Police.
Others have suggested Satanic or Sadistic, Putrid Dictator Criminal
But my interpretation is Sadistic Puppet Dictator of China.
It is because of China’s support of SPDC that these war crimes have
gone on for so long.
============end of Now She’s 64============

“When I’m 64″ by the Beatles

When I get older, losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I’d been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?

oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You’ll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside]
Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/aK
Sunday mornings, go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it’s not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee:
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I’m sixty-four?

Whoo!

Song by the Beatles on Youtube.
More Beatles lyrics  <www.mp3lyrics.org/aK>

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 can start in one place,
then spread very very fast,
till the body of freedom’s
heart will beat for a very last.

 With Metta Sutta we can fight this pain,
With loving kindness and peace,
but it’s increasingly difficult when
you start to study the disease.

 SPDC in Burma,
A brutal military regime,
can take the life of anyone,
General Than Shwe is much worse than mean.

 Ignorant, stubborn man,
a man that issues a license to rape,
He destroys the peace in Burma,
and evidence by videotape.

 Take to the jungles of Burma,
where millions are all on the run,
Being chased after by the Junta,
is anything but fun.

 Harass the mass,
take villages by fire!
For Senior General Than Shwe,
this cancer is his empire.

70,000 child soldiers in Burma,
what a nice future this will be,
all because a man imprisoned a woman
who beat him in democracy.

Now the dictator’s year is set,
I read it in the news,
2009 will be his “victory,”
for 50 million people, the blues.

He likes the number 11,
so we’re all in for a treat,
the stars are telling Than Shwe to attack the innocent,
to the borders they have to retreat.

Goodbye to the homes they lived in,
the structure of a happy life,
some stubborn army general,
causes millions to live in strife.

Imagine the way the world would have been,
if peace were to end the war,
but peace in Burma is incarcerated,
now the country is worse than poor.

An AIDS epidemic reins through the land,
killing thousands every year,
while Malaria prevails to those in the jungles,
A Nation filled with fear.

We wait and wait for change in Burma,
but all that has is the name,
the mere sound of Myanmar,
puts democracy to shame.

In 1989 Aung San Suu Kyi was imprisoned,
for speaking the words of liberty,
shame on you Than Shwe,
for your hopeless hypocrisy.

Enough of politics,
enough with the war,
I’m tired of fighting for freedom,
human rights should not be a chore.

Instead I’ll tell you a story,
about how Burma filled my heart,
and why this poem
began with tears from the very start.

In the hallways of perception,
In the hallways of my school,
I met a facilities attendant from Burma,
who educated me about his country under military rule.

He starved himself outside the United Nations,
each day, equaling each year,
that his country has been up-ducted,
by terrorists who role by fear,

He lead an inspirational peace walk,
four years in a row,
the last year with Cancer,
what a noble way to go.

So now embrace me friends,
as I riddle about the day,
the Saffron Revolution’s one year anniversary,
Burmese Freedom Fighter, U Han Lin, passed away.

Peace walks went on that day,
as tears from the sky fell like rain,
so free the Children of Burma,
like a liberated peace train.

Demand the cancerous tyrants,
to be removed from political power,
or the military children will spread under Than Shwe,
Now it’s time for international Chemo power.

The malicious cells are multiplying fast,
and soon they’ll strike again,
we can not wait for another cyclone,
international intervention must fall like rain.

Education for the children,
Nurture them with loving care,
Provide health aid for the weak,
This is the message to share.

Spread the peace and free Daw Aung San Suu Kyi,
soon she will be 64,
twenty years are enough for miseducation,
when first arrested, she was 44.

Americans were given a chance at changing our government,
democracy reigned down like a storm,
now, it’s time for Burma,
hearts should be getting warm.

So please remember my teacher’s lessons,
as I explained to you from the start,
and with an act of courage,
Help Burma with all your heart.

 © Jeffrey Karl Hellman

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 — will be set free, — set free
Aung San —  Suu Kyi will be  free — set fre-e-e  e-e-e

Second Verse
All we have now —  are just our blood and tears
Tied down  in chains, —  barbed wire, iron bars
We’ll break these chains, —  barbed wire, iron bars
And we’ll rejoice,  —  Freedom will come at last !

Chorus 2 :
Some day we’ll meet Aung San Suu Kyi
Some where when  Revolution suceeds

Repeat 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
[end]

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 of years, he ((Than Shwe))  will have his Hoax
Election, Erection, Election, Erection
It takes so long for him to have –
His Election, Erection, Ohhhhh,  HA HA Ha ha!

Second Verse
President’s Inauguration Speech he  ((Obama))  said,
“Than Shwe, if you’ll open up your hands”
“If you promise you di(d)n’t  piss into your hands”
“I’ll shake ‘em vigorously with both of my  hands”

Chorus 2 :
Oh Burmese, Oh Burma!
President, Help!  President Obama, Help!
In a couple of years, He  ((Than Shwe))  will have his Hoax   –  Election, Erection, Election, Erection …
Within his Naypyidaw he sits —
Impotent, weak, dejected man, HA HA Ha ha!!

Third Verse
Hillary is eating pork in Chinatown
Who  ((Hu)) and When  ((Wen)) are putting it all down
Hillary is putting down Our Human Rights
Forgetting all  Tibet and Burma’s Human Rights!

Chorus 3 :
Oh Tibet! Oh Burma!
President, Help! President Obama, Help!

((No more verses,  just one new Chorus as below))

Chorus 4 :
Gaing zee  kway, gway zee kaing
Gaing zee kway, Hey! Ha Ha Ha Ha gway zee kaing
[[fade out and end]]

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,  –   Pan Thay !
Impotent,  flower dead,   –  Than Shwe
He wants more power   –   refused to let go
And clutches his balls …..

Chorus 1
OBaaa–ma and Aung San Suu Kyiii
Both mean Hope and Libertyyyy
Ol’ Burma and A-mer-i-caaa
Both need some Hope a – and Liberty

Second Verse
Burma,  –  Ol’ Burma is a Slaaave Nation
A place of Hell and  Dam—nation
The power comes from — the barrels of guns –  that go on
A-bang, bang,   ba-bang   bang bang bang
Burma,  –  Ol’ Burma is a Slaaave Nation
A place of Hell and Dam—nation
The power comes from —
The barrels of guns — that come from –  Chin-ese.

Chorus 2
Ol’ Bur–ma and Obama are
Meant to help each other out
One day Ol’ Burma will return
With gratitude for Obama’s help.

Third Verse
Pres’dent  –  Obama will you speak  –   for us?
Oh, President will you  –   help us?
We need your help now, a chance to Hope for
A lot of  — big Change, Change, Cha-Change-  Change-Change-Change
Pres’dent   –  Obama will you speak  –  for us?
Oh, President will you  –  help us?
We need your help now,
A chance to Change us  –  and give us  –  some Hope.

Chorus 1

(Repeat Third Verse, and fade out)

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.

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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)

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 land, not the battlefield.
That is a glimpse of their furtive acts.
Will blood drops, tear and sweat be vain?
Covering the truth shall destroy men?
Junta’s snaky dance,
Brutal chances and rural dance are not the same.
Deed shall be judged but not belief.

[Note: With this poem, I heartedly honour the martyrs who graciously gave their own lives during the Saffron Revolution in September 2007.]

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 sire
Shooting to kill its innocent citizens, ala!
Military-led coup with some well-fed captains
For their own greed against the peoples’ need

Sweat in the heat and blood on the streets
With litters, odd flip-flops and dead bodies
Those grim days of 2007 in September’s rain
When the SPDC’s soldiers cracked the mantle

The vents and craters left on Burma’s crust
No more hidden from the world’s eyes at last
Maroon-robed monks convected the hotspot yet
From a vitiated Burma to be healed and set.

Van Biak Thang
Chinland Guardian

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 hands.

NAY YU

Alin Phyu

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 and betrayal

As their Meta Sutra chants rose high up above
Reflecting in the stillness of their gaze
You can see great courage and dignity in the eyes of Burmese monks

I remember the summer a lifetime ago
When your soft hair was shaved and the first time you wore your
Thin-gann the novice monk’s robe
And your beautiful boyish face was full of determination
With serene downcast eyes

After shedding Shinlaung’s ceremonial finery
You remained a Buddhist monk
To devote your life to your people and your religion

I also remember the dark winter nights
When you stayed up late studying Buddha’s scripture, poetry and politics
Looking to find answers for your people’s suffering

Since last September
The war against evil has only just begun
And I know that you will fight on

I am quite sure that
Your prayer will be answered
Your hopes will come true
And your fight will be won

Not because
Your anger is fiercer
And your power mightier
Or their hatred more bitter

But because
Your cause is just
Your prayers are sincere
Your wishes are true
Your hopes are pure
And your love for Burma is right

You will win in the end

There is nothing to stop your spirit and your hope
No one can silence your prayers for peace and freedom in Burma

We shall never forget our monks who were at the forefront of our march for freedom.

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