The Saffron March (Revolution on the Streets of Yangon)
By Salai Z T Lian
Chinland Guardian
29 September 2008
For the thirsty Saffron Revolutionists of peace,
Sleep is uneasy
On the Streets of Yangon
On the 18th of September, they start to
March for peace, freedom and democracy
On the Streets of Yangon
The Saffron Revolutionists march meekly to bring democracy
In the rain, but the brutal Monsters threaten them
On the Streets of Yangon
The Monsters threaten to kill the innocent
But the Saffron Revolutionists gracefully pray
For peace, freedom and democracy
On the flooding Streets of Yangon
On the 22nd of September, the Icon of the Burmese appears from her house
With tears to give respect
To those who march for peace, freedom and democracy
On the University Avenue Road
Old men and women shed thankful tears
Men also breathe deeply
The children clap their hands with hope and happiness
When they see the marching
But the Monsters begin arresting and killing the people
While the Revolutionists march without fear
On the Streets of Yangon
The Devils are everywhere; their numbers are 77 and 66.
Thugs back them up
To kill the Saffron Revolutionists
Sounds of guns and explosions deafen the Streets
But the Revolutionists continue their march
This is the 27th of September.
Many Saffron Revolutionists are killed.
The sound of Saffron Revolutionists’ praying
Spreads all over the Streets of Yangon
The Devils of 77 and 66 shoot to kill.
This is the 28th of September.
The Saffron Revolutionists stop marching
On the 29th of September because many have died,
And many are still in the Devil’s hell
But their blood and spirit remains unstoppable
On the Streets of Yangon
By marching to bring peace, freedom and democracy
On the Streets of Yangon
The Revolutionists have earned the hearts of the Burmese,
But the Devils have earned their hatred.
This is the Saffron Revolution
And this is the Revolution of the Streets of Yangon
[Note: My earnest thanks to Uma for helping me edit this verse]