U Win Kyi Poems

Once mum's hand was soft and tender,
nail polished and manicured,
Now callous and roughened,
nail brittle and hardened,
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Bullet kills.
Blood is spilled.
Bullet threatens.
Democracy is forbidden.
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I came from a country, much poorer,
to a country much richer,
after marrying a man through marriage-broker.
I am 20 and my husband is much older.
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Once there was a small factory.
The number of total workers was about 30.
Some thin, slim and pretty.
Some overweighted and heavy.
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World Food Program is now appealing,
753 million dollars to keep 100 million people from starving,
The rich countries may hesitate to give that amount for donation,
because they themselves are in great deficit due to military spending,
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One day, the old man was attending,
The only married-man gathering,
' Afraid of wife ' was the topic in the talking,
The members were exactly one hundred,
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In his youth, the old husband was a body builder,
so muscular and chiseled like a male sculpture.
He had his girlfriend's picture tattooed in his chest,
bicep, tricep and the back.
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I will die of food hunger,
if I stay in a country......so poor,
where job opportunity is so rare,
so I must find the greener pasture,
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I am a caged bird,
singing a song....so sad,
after I was caught in a trap,
set up by the man....so bad,
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