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In Myanmar they took over
not by blood, getting rid
of stained hands and feet
took over by imprisoning
prison and gun shots
where in the past manacles
and fists threatened to kill
in the first instance
where opposing this meant
cold doors and corridors
where simply saying no
was heresy
but triumph comes in different measures through
a box where people in chorus can say “Out”.
In Myanmar the gutsy storm replaced fresh breath
of the wind, where no
had to say: yes.

War will not end love
nor war
the catastrophe is in the
missing person, the person
who leaves home in anonymity
dies with it
the catastrophe is in houses
where a child sleeps
terrorized into a bombardment
of lullabies.