Shackles, I have fought, many a time
The belly of the beast, draped in uniform, Well ironed, many a time I have fought
They seek and demand
To be called by honour
Yes your honour
'Salute and respect, the badge I wear'
Yes your number, your gun, your threat
Sorry your honour, your Junta
So your honour ; Junta
Why am I to sit, in house arrest
Like a caged bird, arm's length
While the peaceful monk
Do protest, in defiant
Yes your honour, your general, your Junta
When you swore to protect the people of Burma oh Burma
Who's badges you wear, for your honour
Junta numbers lined in queues of generals
Sorry your honour,
To have ever questioned
Your integrity, Junta to salute
Another one, on vote counts
I guess now, close to unchained shackles
I can step foot out, among my people
To serve my people, the Mother land
With your permission of-course, Junta
With your eagle eyes, paranoia a' weary ears
With your permission, your honour, of course
To fight against your oppression
Yes your honour, with your permission
If only to say
Yes your honour, to Junta
But how could I, yes your honour, Junta
I will I promise say words,
Which may end me, locked up in birds cage
For that is the price of freedom
While my people protest on Tuesdays
If this is our destiny to protest
Gladly we shall
No your Junta, your honour
The cage can't hold my wings
I am Suu Kyi, of Burma
The belly of the beast, draped in uniform, Well ironed, many a time I have fought
They seek and demand
To be called by honour
Yes your honour
'Salute and respect, the badge I wear'
Yes your number, your gun, your threat
Sorry your honour, your Junta
So your honour ; Junta
Why am I to sit, in house arrest
Like a caged bird, arm's length
While the peaceful monk
Do protest, in defiant
Yes your honour, your general, your Junta
When you swore to protect the people of Burma oh Burma
Who's badges you wear, for your honour
Junta numbers lined in queues of generals
Sorry your honour,
To have ever questioned
Your integrity, Junta to salute
Another one, on vote counts
I guess now, close to unchained shackles
I can step foot out, among my people
To serve my people, the Mother land
With your permission of-course, Junta
With your eagle eyes, paranoia a' weary ears
With your permission, your honour, of course
To fight against your oppression
Yes your honour, with your permission
If only to say
Yes your honour, to Junta
But how could I, yes your honour, Junta
I will I promise say words,
Which may end me, locked up in birds cage
For that is the price of freedom
While my people protest on Tuesdays
If this is our destiny to protest
Gladly we shall
No your Junta, your honour
The cage can't hold my wings
I am Suu Kyi, of Burma
Enjoy your writing...it has a message of what to many take for granted....freedom...and freedom of speech...I know I do living in the U.S....I have read of this brave woman...what we forget in the world that even if there is peace in our backyard...there is always a war somewhere be fought....thank you for sharing and visiting...bkm
ReplyDeleteI agree with BKM, we take for granted what we are born into. So many countries where their people are fighting to have the same rights and be treated as equals. We need to be more thankful of what we have.
ReplyDeleteKodjo,
ReplyDeleteA very admirable and powerful piece of writing.
The message is quite clear...
Best wishes,
Eileen
Thanks for posting this and alerting me that there is a book out about this brave woman. I will track it down for certain. Right now am reading Even Silence Has An End, Ingrid Bettancourt's story of captivity in the Amazon jungle........these two women would have a lot to talk about if they met. Your poem is powerful and reminds us what so many people have to go through in so many countries in this old world. So well done!
ReplyDeletesweet words...
ReplyDeletewell expressed emotions and passions.
Thanks for sharing.
xx
Not many poems in Bogland are as serious and forceful in their messages...
ReplyDeleteClear writing that highlights a woman of true courage. Nice.
ReplyDeleteYou write well...with passion...You handled the prompt differently..
ReplyDeleteSo powerfully and emotionally written!
ReplyDeleteA compelling homage to Suu Kyi.
ReplyDeleteGood wishes.
very strong poem.. great writing!
ReplyDeletemay freedoms voice ring man...nice writ on her plight and what it means to all of us...
ReplyDeleteShe is one of my real life heroine... I even cried when her husband died and she couldn't leave her country.
ReplyDeleteNice share ~
..this piece is something to read on again and again for it brings a deep message and wisdom we should all take and be inspired.. amazing woman.. amazing write. thank you for the poem.(:
ReplyDelete~Kelvin
So soon I will be back to, being a caged bird
ReplyDeleteWhile my people protest on Tuesdays
No your Junta, the cage can't hold my wings
I am Suu Kyi, of Burma
Beautiful, thank you for sharing.
she is a powerful figure. Your poem was awesome.
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