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The militia drew upon us, as we tried to journey on
Amid guns, clashing, shattered souls against brawn
We fled in every direction, but we never got away
Some of us, left to die, alone, most every day
A new regime took over, nothing really changed
Led by men who hated, those who were deranged
Burma, is how I knew you, those many years ago
Myanmar took your name, oh, how I miss you so
Hunger and starvation, we knew them all too well
This country is no longer, the place I wish to dwell
The clashes still exist where, no religion has its peace
And I remain here, stranded, praying for my release
Myanmar (Burma) today: In 2011, the military junta was officially dissolved following a 2010 general election, and a nominally civilian government was installed. This, along with the release of Aung San Suu Kyi and political prisoners, has improved the country’s human rights record and foreign relations, and has led to the easing of trade and other economic sanctions. There is, however, continuing criticism of the government’s treatment of ethnic minorities, its response to the ethnic insurgency, and religious clashes. (Wikipedia)
March Writing Prompts – Stranded in Burma – Day 13/31
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I never take peace for granted. So many others live without knowing if they will see a new dawn.
Love this, Dorinda β€
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Thank you, Jacquie. It’s so sad knowing this still happens in the world today. π¦
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This brought tears as I read it. I cannot imagine the pain of fear and hunger combined. My heart breaks. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you, Stephanie. Too many are still in these conditions today. I will never understand the hatred that lives in some human hearts. π¦
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I will never understand. And it will forever break my heart for those suffering and those who have.
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Sad
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Yes, very…
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strongππͺ like reality should be!
this is reality!πππβββ
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Thanks so much, Christopher! Would prefer not having to write about it at all! π¦
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No need to thank me but thanksπ
this is how I see it and how I wish everyone could to.
no one wants to write about horrors like this.
even in my own life I wish I didn’t have to write about sum things.
but reality must be pushed to let people no and see that For some people.
people need to hear about more than this to.
because even in America.
some city’s are like war zones…
Reality check…
These things are ignored across the globe.
but voices like you…
like us will continue to wake sleepers and bubble world ers up buy making this noticed.
thank you for your work!ππ
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Strong! I always find it so easy reading your work and the tempo of your poetry…
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Thanks, Kevin. It’s because I write like you or I would speak. I don’t believe in throwing in words you need to Google to understand. π
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Well, that is a compliment to me, so thank you!
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