My oh Myanmar



I know that symmetry has often been the way
of keeping score against the junta in Mandalay,
But now that Zuck is pitching up
Opppression alley-oops
How long could it be
Before we see
After blinking a people no longer in need
No longer alive
and they cry from their graves
We fought til the end
We fought and were brave
And Sim Chi Htet was a lad with a gift
He could mimic the songbirds of the Myth
And his song was so pleasant, they said,
It was a song without an end
The striving of Mindat, a punch to the Chin
A karen mistreated it is without end

If Yangon can hold for until someone who humane will come
and see between the fire and trees
The masked the undaunted undefeated Burmese
A people unconquered who march in the streets
Appear in a flash like a ghost to a beat
Disappear with the wind and hit with a flash
Min Aung Hlaing’s got horns up his ass


The forces of many will coalesce
five fingers are less than the sum of their parts
or the fist.
The chin will hit the Han right back
no thank you lao’ba’shi
I’m scarred tigger, I’m scared pooh
Whose right do we take?
We take all you fool!

The forces of many will coalesce
five fingers are less than the sum of their parts
or the fist.
The chin will hit the Han right back
no thank you lao’ba’shi
I’m scarred tigger, I’m scared pooh
Whose right do we take?
We take all you fool! We take the state and claim false votes
With no vote for the tank we got in and we rode
behind such a dancer, a dancing queen
Whose banger moves were stuck between
the coup de’tat as the tatmanda
overtook my oh Myanmar
do not give in to the dark

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