October 31st, 2007
Like Moses carrying a staff,
through clear cloth hangs tights an emblem United blue.
A season for change,
a journey for triumph,
this regime takes no names.
We challenge our bodies,
the universal mind,
the existence of hunger,
a dangerous time.
When monks are taken down by force or by frown,
there’s no stopping now,
there’s no stopping now.
We’ll walk with our sandals,
we’ll walk with shoes,
fighting for our freedom,
DO-AYAY our blues.
We wear the colors of our fallen brothers,
A yellow yearning for a yesterday that could.
White withers away as we stand and pray by this house with great power.
Freedom marches from your best friend’s heart our non-violent hour.
Don’t take a minute to realize,
don’t take a moment to run,
don’t take a genius to understand that we prefer education over the gun.
Stop funding the Chinese for splendor of our Nations lost democratic dream. The veto of the powerhouse can seam hurtful at the seams. We’ll walk a thousand miles if it help’s our brothers and sisters even a foot. Four years have gone by now, and 3000 villages perish in soot.
Now it is our Monks that burned. How dare they take the holy men? First rape was the season, now it’s fire over them. Clubs don’t seem like torture, when black dogs of darkness bark our disease. We’d do anything to stop them as we fade with our immune disease.
Please take that moment to veto, or oven our children’s fire, hey everyone has a hobby, for Than Shwe, freedom is his desire.
by Jeffrey Karl Hellman
Film, Photography, and Visual Arts
Roy H. Park School of Communications, Ithaca College