I FEAR FOR MYANMAR

I had slept in peace but woke to echoes of gunfire the kind that doesn’t come from enemies but from brothers turned into rivals. It spills like crude oil in rivers like wildfire tearing through dry hopes leaving behind nothing but smoke and dust where life once stood. I fear for Myanmar a nation drowning in its own reflection chasing power like it’s oxygen believing dominance is destiny. I remember Sierra Leone eleven years of blood and ash. I know how a country collapses slowly so yes, I fear for Myanmar.