Who is Aung San Suu Kyi?
Fresh jasmine in her hair,
Frail fingers, behind bars;
A smile, wistful but fair,
Tired eyes, and heavy heart.
Woman, feared by men in green,
Daughter, Hope, of people unfree;
Mother, Wife, with grief unseen,
But we’re still silent, holding the key.
Burma’s forgotten, faraway,
‘Who’s this Suu Kyi?’ you ask;
Look in the mirror, friend, then say,
Isn’t Daw Suu Kyi really us?
May God bless her, the people of Burma and all who yearn for Freedom, Justice and Democracy.