Hunger For

Wherever she lived,
Whatever she did,
Her spirit's on right flight.

For citizens, for country,
Sweat and blood are ready
For democracy to bright.

Never part the public,
Never neglect the promise,
Like a river to get the peace
Like a razor to cut the greed
Like a mother indeed.

No strike and curtly gash.
No noise of pushy crash.
Instead..., guys giggle,
Song-birds whistle
In wriggle-fancy,
We all feel ecstasy.

Enchanting mountains! Charming streams!
In hopeful dreams,
Stars are blinking!
Flowers are blooming!
Hey, men! for tender future not to false
Welcome a fighter peacock.

poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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