When streets are paved with the blood of holy men
An gutters filled with the blood of those trying to protect them
Wat can one do?
Cry for Burma
When the the snap of a lash and report of a bullet
Are all that fills the air
Wat can one do?
We cry for Burma
When women scream in agony and men lament in mourning
Wat can one do?
Cry for Burma
When freedom is lost
And death is found
Wat will the world do?
Nothing... But cry for Burma...
Thursday, September 4, 2008
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1 comment:
so touching man. did you get some inspiration form the book cry the beloved country. i read the book its good
wimpy
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