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At last Burma

By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin’ eastward to the sea,

There’s a Burma girl a-settin’, an I know she thinks o’ me:

For the wind is in the palm-trees, an the temple bells they say:

‘Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay’

Come you back to Mandalay,

Where the old Flotilla lay;

Can’t you ‘ear their paddles chunkin’ from Rangoon to Mandalay?

On the road to Mandalay,

Where the flyin’ fishes play,

An the dawn comes up like thunder outer China ‘ crost the Bay!

This poem of Rudyard Kiplings was as a school child one of my great favourites.It definately awakened my fascination of the east.

‘If you’ve ‘eard the East a callin’, why you won’t ‘eed nothin else’

No you won’t’eed nothin’ else

But them spicy garlic smells

An the sunshine an’ the palm trees an the tinkly temple bells!

On the road to Mandalay.

Ship me somewheres east of Suez where the best is like the worst.

For the temple bells are calling and it’s there that I would be-

By the old Moulmein Pagoda looking lazy at the sea.

I didn’t get to Burma but read about Aung San Suu Kyi , and I read today that a 400 000 signature Petition for the release of 1100 political prisoners had been handed to the military rulers. It was the first without the influence of the Nobelprize winner.

I’ll be going soon.

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Comments on: "At last Burma" (2)

  1. Have another one for you:

    In The Quiet Land
    (By Daw Aung San Suu Kyi)

    In the Quiet Land, no one can tell
    if there’s someone who’s listening
    for secrets they can sell.
    The informers are paid in the blood of the land
    and no one dares speak what the tyrants won’t stand.

    In the quiet land of Burma,
    no one laughs and no one thinks out loud.
    In the quiet land of Burma,
    you can hear it in the silence of the crowd

    In the Quiet Land, no one can say
    when the soldiers are coming
    to carry them away.
    The Chinese want a road; the French want the oil;
    the Thais take the timber; and SLORC takes the spoils…

    In the Quiet Land….
    In the Quiet Land, no one can hear
    what is silenced by murder
    and covered up with fear.
    But, despite what is forced, freedom’s a sound
    that liars can’t fake and no shouting can drown.

  2. SP Thankyou.You really did your homework.

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