One Monk In Burma Poem by Mason Maestro

Rangoon- military city
The junta won’t give what the ethnics request
Armed against unarmed within a cease-fire pact
They make no show of anything but Aung San’s arrest

Nargis- a landing cyclone unleashed
Waters fill the delta and there’s no help on the way
Red Cross, an arm of UN liars
Playing their cards to keep the problem at bay

It’s not Thailand—The Maldives—or Malta— who cares?

One monk in Burma
Brought the world’s attention
To riots in the streets igniting ecstasy

One monk in Burma
Sought for outside intervention
Not just a foreign clown at the embassy
Karen- ethnicity states it is the state
Of borderland defense grips on lucrative trade
Ruby Timber Pearl, Golden Triangle opium made
Heroin Meth Diamonds and Jade

You’ll find a deity in every golden temple
Every chedi or holy sanctuary
Those 44 hundred in the plains of Bagan
Could not withstand without a cautionary

One monk in Burma
Standing alone as a single-man dissension
Against the junta’s illegitimacy
This terra-firma
Set-up a rigid uprise prevention
Willing to toss out any diplomacy