Myanmar
An island of no consequence
Except when you hear
The blood of the innocence
People defenceless
Against an army of ruthlessness
Villages burned
Without need for even pretence
Omnipresence
Of a ruling dictatorship
That has the reasons
Of a sailor's nip
And dip
Their hands into blood
Of a fellow human
And blame it on any flood
Then trod
Like children and claim foul
Because cleansing
Demands a nightly prowl
And a scowl
Then down comes the iron hand
A fist of might to smite
Those who lived one day on the land
Understand
The roots they have to uproot
Then they shoot
What's left of the offshoot
Remember
The call of Charles de Gaulle
Leaders scold
Whoever had a role
Or dare recall
The London party
Where vice casually killed innocence
And force fumed every smarty
And tore the heart
Of everyone there is
And raised only one flag
Pain is a domain to graze
So raise
Whatever is left of humanity
These are humans in pain
Pain made of human insanity
Profanity
Fails to raise the level of the words
You see with eyes in the sky
You wonder and ask why
But you don't cry
People die, die, die
Your neighbour of nine
Suffers at a hand like yours and mine
Show a sign
Link to the divine
To err is human
To kill with intent
Is beyond resigned
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