For Burma
This three-line poem by the late Burmese poet Tin Moe. Reportedly, he later found these lines etched on a prison wall by an unknown inmate.
Cigar’s burnt down
The sun is brown
Will somebody take me home?
This three-line poem by the late Burmese poet Tin Moe. Reportedly, he later found these lines etched on a prison wall by an unknown inmate.
Cigar’s burnt down
The sun is brown
Will somebody take me home?
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I liked the lines without understanding much. but all I see is a cigarette butt pressed onto some hapless monk imprisoned like an animal by the junta.
Comment by Rhapsody Singer — November 9, 2007 @ 9:04 am