A Poem in Memory of the Monks of Myanmar
September 2007
by
William F. Gilreath
Monks of Myanmar walked peacefully to take a stand,
against the brutality and oppression in their land.
Then Spoke the voice of tyranny, the words not said.
it being the actions of firing bullets and bloodshed.
From the utterance of the last whispering breath,
is born the horrifying legacy of carnage and death.
Simply walking in protest, a dictatorship to defy,
the monks were cut down viciously and made to die.
The monks by their courage and nobility against strife,
consecrate a love of peace and freedom with their life.
Each monk spoke for freedom by their walk and deed,
so that those in chains of dictators can be set free.
I mourn for the monks of Myanmar and shed a sad tear,
for they are heroes against a state of terror and fear.
September 2007
by
William F. Gilreath
Monks of Myanmar walked peacefully to take a stand,
against the brutality and oppression in their land.
Then Spoke the voice of tyranny, the words not said.
it being the actions of firing bullets and bloodshed.
From the utterance of the last whispering breath,
is born the horrifying legacy of carnage and death.
Simply walking in protest, a dictatorship to defy,
the monks were cut down viciously and made to die.
The monks by their courage and nobility against strife,
consecrate a love of peace and freedom with their life.
Each monk spoke for freedom by their walk and deed,
so that those in chains of dictators can be set free.
I mourn for the monks of Myanmar and shed a sad tear,
for they are heroes against a state of terror and fear.
Credit to THKZ
Source: Photo from Foxnews, Poem from Scribd
1 comment:
The world is closing in....Did you ever think....That we could be so close,like brothers...The future's in the air...feel it everywhere...Blowing with the wind of change....
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