Sing on songbird of Burma
Sing on for the down-trodden
Mama, just sing, we hear you speak
Clipped wings, gagged beak
Yet so high you soar, so loud you speak
Within your confines
You, the Antigone of Burma
Chirp songs of sweet freedom, songs of justice
Sing sweet tunes to my ear
Across the seas, above the mountains
Down in the valley, you sing without fear
Chirp tunes so sweet to my ear
Yet songs so prickly to their conscience
The insatiable Creons of Burma
Stand and sing, Antigone of Burma
With a gag across your beak
The words of freedom you speak
We hear you loud and clear
Sing on songbird of Burma
Sing on for the down-trodden
Mama, sing right within your confines
Yet North to South, East to West
Our destiny gets defined
Cowardly Creons of Burma
Who hide in vestiges of uncanny laws
Eardrums stuffed with wax and flaws
The bugler will trumpet the clarion call
And we will battle all Injustice till you fall
Sing on songbird of Burma
Stand and sing, woman of virtue
Sing on for the down-trodden
Mama, just sing, we hear you speak
For ‘Release Aung San Suu Kyi Campaign’
July 2009
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