Peasant Fathers

Peasant Fathers

Years after years, you have me,
And I have you.
Nourishing, fragrant rice,
Delicious bowl of crystal white.

Now, after Nargis Cyclone,
Flooded fields are hunger zone.
Drowned cattle litter.
Life is so futile.

Broken hearts,
Flatten homes,
Wailing Orphans,
Rambling lost minds.

Hope, rays of hope,
Monks in saffron robes,
Friends and families, near and far.
Every life is very dear.

Shed no more tears,
Peasants, our fathers,
New days on the way,
Our caring hearts will never sway.

Shwe Ngya Maung