Aung San Suu Kyi
I cultivated roses in my garden;
I thought I would offer you a garland.
But when the flowers heard your name,
they all fell off in shame like dead leaves.
Now there are only thorns for you.
I cultivated birds in my forest;
I thought I would make you hear their songs.
But when they heard your name,
they all fell down dead in sorrow.
Now there is only hatred for you.
[ Dedicated to the new Hitler of Myanmer, the killer of innocent people in Arakan ]
Copyright © Sayeed Abubakar | Year Posted 2017
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