Myanmar Rulers Exit, Successfully (Poem)




A poem - Myanmar Rulers exit, successfully 

(original Burmese, by poet Swe Mon) 

(adaptive English translation by Zarni, 13 Nov)


Myanmar Rulers Exit, Successfully

People, let me be blunt.
Un-ashamed, the usurpers seem to have stopped their election game,
Having chosen the moral high ground and leaving the landsliders to be blamed - for a country lying in ruins.
After all, they have in fact raked in everything and vacuumed anything
That is, everything which is worth anything.
So, for the Big Bosses, there are no losses to speak of.
"Let the new game begin," they say smuggedly.

Alas, Myanmar now is our barren land.
But, but ... what's left erect in this barren land of ours?
No more forests, no real people's assets.
All they have left us is People's Global Debt.
Empty-handed or empty-headed,
That's all there is left of us.

Gone are vast quantities of natural gas.
Claiming the proceeds back?
But there is no recourse yet.
All has been grabbed.
Land, land, land. ...
Virtually every plot of land, mini, medium, large, mega.
Your land, my land. his land, our land, aunty's land, Mommy's land.
All leased, sold, grabbed ....
Forget those winding rivers and longish creeks
Commodified and privatized, they have all been the rulers' instruments of greed.

City Parks, Virgin Plots. Fertile farms.
Let's reclaim them, please.
There must be a recourse, at least.
Alas, they call themselves "patriots:
- the generals, the ex-generals, the cronies, presidential advisers -
They all say they are Buddhists, with Gotama on their sleeves.
Look what they have achieved:
Us, the People on the streets
We are intellectually neutered with many of us morally bankrupt
Milling about, strolling around or simply hanging out
with nothing positively spiritual in our Karmic accounts.
The rulers say, "Hey, none of this is your business. Keep your nose off my business. Eat a meal a day. Be content. And go away."

They say to themselves, "let's get on with our patiotic loot"
For us, We the People,
Do we actually - and finally - win through?
Tell me, Sirs! What really is left after your treasure chests?
Tell me Madam, What really is left after their Grand Theft?

Didn't they slaugter our fellow civilians?
Why did ​they ​not spare even the robed holly men? The good monks, that is.
Remember Letpadaung? Have we forgotten the white phosperous and firebombed monks?
Brother, protests are bad for the "Rule of Law"
That was what Mommy Suu told us all.
In international business, we are to trust, she said.
So, sit back, relax and just accept the generals' ban on anti-mine-protests.

Here comes the (rulers') Grand Strategy
Turning "democracy" on its head, that's the generals' war chess.
Others wage 'war on poverty' 'war on drugs'
They wage "war on people", no matter what faith, race.
"People Power" means pitting us all one another.
Media reforms mean state propaganda, deformed.
Bad Monks, Unleashed.
Fake Monks are there
To lead the Buddhist Nation to Hell.

Nothing is out of bound,
Brother, can't you see?
On fire have our neighbors been
And towns are burned down by the shaven-heads in gown.
Alas, their killers and arsons are only duty-bound.
Power! Power! Power!
That's the generals' mantra.
Nothing is out of bound.
Let a thousand Rohingya drown.

Were I reborn in the next cycle of life
"Discipline Flourishing Democracy," I would not like.
Oh, how I long, you know, how I long
for our fellow wretched
to be spared of Myanmar's Nwa (selfish animal) Presidents
Who radio-addresss us as "Dear Esteemed Benefactors and Beloved Masses"
Before proceeding to screw our collective a-r-s-e-s.

Here is my hearty toast to you all:
You, You, You. Yes, you Myanmar's Wretched

"In Samsara (in the coming cycle of life)
May you/we all be free
Free from these Ruling Thugs and Thieves
Trouble-givers, Looters and Hell-creators
And all the perils of being "the Generals' Beloved People"!

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Swe Mon

အမွန္အတိုင္းေျပာရရင္ ေရြးေကာက္ပြဲမွာ တမင္အ႐ွဳံးခံၿပီး အႏိုင္နဲ႔ပိုင္းေျပးတယ္လို႔ေတာင္ ေျပာႏုိုင္မယ္။
.
တို႔ျပည္ တို႔ေျမ တို႔လက္က်န္ေျမ
.
တႏိုင္ငံလံုးမွာ
က်န္သမွ် သစ္ငုတ္၊
႐ွိသမွ်က ေႂကြးထုတ္၊
ျပည္သူေတြ ငုတ္တုတ္ျဖစ္ေအာင္
သူတို႔ေတြ အဟုတ္လုပ္ပစ္ခဲ့ၾကတယ္။
.
သံယံဇာတဆို လာထား၊
ဓာတ္ေငြ႕ အေျပာင္၀ါး၊
ၿမိဳ႕ေျမ ေတာေျမ လယ္ေျမ အကုန္ေပါင္း
ျမစ္ေရေတာင္ မခ်န္ေရာင္းစားပစ္ၾကတယ္။
.
အက်င့္စာရိတၱေတြ ပိန္လိမ္၊
ပညာေတြ တိမ္တိမ္ျဖစ္ေအာင္
လူမ်ဳိးတူ၊ ဘာသာတူေတြက
လူမ်ဳိးတူ၊ ဘာသာတူအခ်င္းခ်င္းကို သင္းသတ္ပစ္ခဲ့ၾကတယ္။
.
ဒီေနရာ မင္းနဲ႔မဆိုင္၊ ဟိုေနရာ မင္းနဲ႔ မပိုင္၊
မင္းမပါနဲ႔၊ ငါ့ဟာေတြခ်ည္း၊
စိတ္ကူးေတြေကာင္းတိုင္း
အိတ္ႀကီးေတြေဖာင္းေအာင္ လုပ္ပစ္ခဲ့ၾကတယ္။
.
အရပ္သားကိုသတ္၊ ဘုန္းႀကီးကို ျဖတ္၊
ေက်ာင္းသားကို ဗ်င္း၊ ျပည္သူကို႐ွင္း
လိုရင္လိုသလို မညႇာတမ္း
မီးဆြမ္းေတြ ကပ္ပစ္ခဲ့ၾကတယ္။
.
ျပည္သူကို ျပည္သူနဲ႔တိုက္
မီဒီယာကို မီဒီယာနဲ႔တိုက္
ဘုန္းႀကီးကို ဘုန္းႀကီးနဲ႔တိုက္
အာဏာအတြက္ ဘယ္အရာမဆိုစေတးလို႔၊ ၿမိဳ႕ရြာေတြ ေလာင္မီးတိုက္ခဲ့ၾကတယ္။
.
အင္းးးးး
ေနာင္ဘ၀ဆိုတာမ်ား ငါတကယ္ျပန္ရရင္ေလ...
သုံးလူ႕ထြဋ္ထား၊ ျမတ္ဘုရားေ႐ွ႕မွာ
အႀကိမ္ႀကိမ္သာ ဆုေတာင္းမိမွာ
"မိဘျပည္သူမ်ားခံဗ်ား" တို႔ အုပ္ခ်ဳပ္မႈေအာက္ကေန
လြတ္ေျမာက္ၾကပါေစခင္ဗ်ား။
.
ျမန္ျပည္သူမ်ား၊
ဘ၀အဆက္ဆက္တိုင္
အဖက္ဖက္က ဒုကၡေပးကြၽမ္းက်င္တဲ့
"မင္းေဘး" ကေန
လြတ္ေျမာက္ၾကပါေစခင္ဗ်ား။
.
ေဆြမြန္
၁၂ ႏို၀င္ဘာ ၂၀၁၅

ကာတြန္းပံုႏွစ္ပံုကို ျမင္မိရင္း ထြက္လာသမွ် ေရးကာခ်မိျခင္းသာ။

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