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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