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A Poetic History of Myanmar (Burma) - by Debbie Smrz, Myanmar
Rating: ( 5.0 ) ( 70 votes )

Dec 07, 2002 11:12

Pros: Kind, gentle and friendly people
Cons: messy transportation

In Myanmar the opium plants grow,
This is where tourists may not go.
So many things to still unveil,
History tells of Burma's grisly tale.

The royalty here slay their own,
So no other may claim the thrown.
This the British thought was droll,
And so they took full control.

Led by Aung San, Independence was won,
But the Burmese soon learned Japanese rule was even less fun.
"Back to the British!" the people cried,
In World War II, they were on the allied side.

Independence and the aid of 8 million pounds,
Britain hoped would put Burma on solid ground.
But warnings of a gradual transition they did not heed,
Aung San was in a hurry to make democracy the popular creed.

During this time brewed an evil plot,
And all too soon, Aung San was shot.
Just as Burma was getting back on its feet,
The military marched in, U Nu claimed defeat.

With military backing Ne Win kept control,
Incarcerating his rivals, in jail, the hole.
"The Burmese road to socialism" was paved in blood,
Civilization crumbled, once more people lived in huts of bamboo and mud.

Poor little Burma, cut off from the world alone it stood,
Its people defeated, wondering when a change would bring good.
Hope arose with the rise of Aung San Suu Kiy,
But now she remains silent, we will have to wait and see.

A political stalemate, the economy poor,
Once more to tourism, Myanmar has opened its door.
The world can now wee a nation stuck in the past,
But what of the future? What will happen you ask.

No one can answer this difficult question you pose,
A history darkened by errors, mistakes and woes.
The people of Burma are kind, gentle and sweet,
Perhaps the nicest people I have been fortunate enough to meet.

Although tourists are coming, they are still an unfamiliar site,
The people stop to stare - but out of interest, not fright.
And soon their expression will turn into a smile,
And they'll beg you to stop and chat for a while.

The country's future lies on the backs of these kind folk,
Perhaps one day they will throw off the military's yoke.
The red stains of the betel shows they still have a lot to learn,
But with little outside communication this is not their main concern.

The Universities still stand, but the halls see no students,
Closed by the government in all its wisdom and prudence.
The cities are dirty, transportation a mess,
Development behind by 60 years more or less.

And so the poppies still grow in blooming defiance,
As the people watch and wait, having been sworn to silence.

Food for Thought:

- This funky country is in a time zone 30 minutes off from its neighbours
- Cars drive on the right side of the road and the steering wheel is also on the right
- Until recently, a dictator obsessed with the number nine had 45 and 90 currency denominations
- Getting a waiters attention is done by performing a sucking/kissing sound as if one is calling a feline
- How many people does it take to operate a toll booth in Mynmar? Three; one to look official, another to sit under a shady tree waiting to receive the money you have to walk over to give him, and a third to lift the gate. This can be applied to *any* job, i.e. bank worker, retail vendor or bus operator.