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ခိုင္ထြီး

We Are Rebels

We are rebels!

Not the legal soldiers

Who can rape and kill the young girls brutally

And use innocent people as human shields in battle.

Not the owner of the country

who can take everything

Then just allow to breathe smelly peace

Which is like a piece of wet shit.

We are rebels!

We love our people more than our lives.

Our people embrace us in their warm arms

Then keep us in their deep hearts.

They will never let us fall down.

They will always face all the challenges together with us.

That's why, we all are rebels as you call.

We are rebels!

We are the souls of our fatherland

Who will never give up

Who will never end up until we reach our goal.

We are rebels!

We fight for our right.

We fight for our freedom.

We fight for our sovereignty.

We are rebels!

If we met our ends bravely in battle,

Our moms will be still smiling in tears.

Our brothers and sisters will go on

Singing the song of victory in unison.

Our Mount Roma and rivers will also welcome us

On our way back home.

By Khaing Htwee

Beauty with heart

When I was born

From my lovely Mom,

The world was greeting,

Smiling with dimples.

When I opened my eyes,

I felt like I glanced …

A piece of melody dancing

Towards me on the milky way,

Creating a new brand

“Beauty with heart”.

Look!

Now, I am in the beauty.

Still looking for the heart,

By moving and working hard

At over 40 degrees Celsius.

But I can’t see any heart!

I can’t even hear any heartbeat!

Finally!

I looked round to the stream.

I found a plastic heart

Floating, waving and

Faking the smile in it.

Now, I realize …

How people smile,

How people call you,

“Beauty with heart”

On the beautiful earth.

By Khaing Htwee