Inspired by NY Times articles,
September/October 2007

Begging bowls turned upside down
No way to heaven now
Who can solve this problem?
Writes a little girl

Burmese monks in saffron robes
Bruised and beaten shining heads
No outside help all we have
Is patience patience patience

Their guns scare us the Junta know it
No outside help they take advantage
Buddhist tolerance and our good hearts
Bullets in the crowd

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Marching monks in saffron robes
Bruised and beaten shining heads
Her own government who can help?
Fire in one hand water in the other

A nine year old writes in her journal
Heads bowed down police batons
They come these days in nighttime raids
Shooting saffron bullets

All we have the Junta know it
Police batons and our good hearts
Fire in one hand water in the other
Patience patience patience

Begging bowls turned upside down
No way to heaven now she writes
Soldiers tore off saffron robes
Made them jump like frogs

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