Circa 1960

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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