AWAKE FROM A HOMESICK DREAM Poem by Tinnie Moe

The fluctuating graph
of my dream
deformed and curved
inverted,
sprawled.

Wandering in Germany, England,
Belgium and Holland,
Have I become stateless?
I miss this, I miss that,
at each of life's junctures
one thing today, one thing tomorrow
my mind dyed
a dull colour,
forests on fire,
my winter dreams
deranged.

My own country without peace
I take refuge in other nations
How can I feel secure?
The path I believe
still vague,
the door not yet ajar.

In my village, country
I would spread a mat
compose poems and read,
hum songs,
sip tea,
pick at tea leaf salad,
my hope
a life where I can do as I want.
When will my wish be fulfilled?
I search but I cannot see.


Marching a long way
towards China
a revolution launched
sacrificed lives,
today is Victory Day
I shall also march
grabbing my pen to victory.

For the democracy movement
to meet victory
I'll pray at Shwedagon
renewing strength.

I yearn, of course I yearn,
but I don't.
I must support
my fellow millions
to hoist the victory flag.


We are repressed
our chests crushed
a life without liberty,
the common saying
'death would be better'
echoes in my ear.
For liberation
from imprisonment and control
I will sacrifice my wishes
for the cause of freedom,
the people, distressed,
the lords of war all powerful
as in the past, they rule by sword
and must be changed,
for the cause of the fighting peacocks
with strength
with a clap
along with others
we give the weak a hand.
Hoist the peacock flag!
Flowers of victory shall be worn.