I’m currently reading a book of poetry. Since the revolution began in Myanmar or in less romantic language- since the power-hungry genocidal general decided to rudely steal the liberty and freedom of 50 million or so people and decided to give orders to his evil army to go on a stealing and killing rampage in all regions of the country (some areas of Myanmar have never seen peace), I have been working tirelessly to raise funds and to speak out.
However, I am starting to realise that it is taking a toll on me mentally and physically. I feel guilty about taking a break but I know myself – I am on the brink of a breakdown so I’m putting my mental health first and leaving the revolutionary world for awhile. This basically gets me back to the first sentence I was writing: I am reading a poetry book written by a Burmese poet, Ko Ko Thett. For this blog post, I am doing something I have never done before. I’m including in this blog post my podcast episode reading of the poem and my very very bad analysis of his poem The Burden of Being Bama. Please enjoy. x