The wind of change is blowing
A people in slumber are woken
The people are growing
Their yokes soon to be broken
The barrel of the gun shall not always prevail
The power of the militarist not long enthroned
The people shall not forever wail
Foundations and structures soon overthrown!
A mass shall rise from the slum
Alas! Power shall come
Quickly unto the common
Freed from the post-colonial mammon
Publish the cost of freedom!
Make known the prize of liberty!
Is it the blood of the mytrs in Tiananmen Square?
Or the heroics of the Monks on the streets of Rangoon
Their cries are fundamental rights
And…with their might
They will fight
Even die when they see the light.
Political antics, Religious fanatics, and ideological Rhetoric’s
Can’t stem the democratic wave flooding the human heart;
Sadducees, Racists, Pharisees, and fascists
Drowning in the global cry for democracy!
We will cry democracy
Long after the demise of the oppressors.
TO THE MONKS OF BURMA
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