voices from jungle 3.

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Dear democracy lover,

In March 1988, We,students involved ourselves in mass demostration.
We suffered much under the tear gas bombs which the Special Security
Police fired at us.
At the beinnging, the demostartors were attended only by the 
students, but later more and more people joined with us.
I thought Burmanet readers already know this events.
But, Somebody though today Burma is free land, good economy... so on.
It is wrong way to though.
Here another voice from jungle. Try to understand it.


"I am a child of Burma".

If anyone asks you who I am
Just tell them, " I am a child of Burma".

My sweat mingles with its soil and waters.
With the peasants, I have tilled the earth
planted, nurtured and harvested the rice
and carried the produce to every village
so my brothers and sisters will be nourished.
I have fished its waters and hunted its forests
and I know every inch of its rich resources.
The dusty paths which crisscorss my motherland
have been marked by my footprints
and its mountains, valleys and rivers
have heard my voice.

I anyone asks you who I am,
just tell them, " I am a child of Burma".

My tears have flowed for those who suffer
My arms have held the children
whose hungry bodies cry for their mothers breast.
With the peasants I have watched in grief
as the rice withered in the hot sun
and the officials took the meager crop for tax.
I have cried for my brothers and sisters,
locked away in prisons, with no voice of defence,
and death their only liberation.
We have labored hard and long to build life
and yet, each day, the hope of our hearts has faded into poverty.
If any one asks you who I am,

My blood now returns to its rivers and soil
and flows with that of many other heros of days past.
No longer can I sit silently and enjoy the sweet breezes
nor laugh with friends as though life were free and good.
The sweat and tears of days past
require that my blood also be offered.
For one day, the wrong must be righted,


the poor empowered and the imprisoned set free.
I have given my sweat and tears,
now take my blood as well, so life can grow,
for I am a child of Burma,
yes,
I am a child of Burma.


By Nyein Chan



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