Aung San Suu Kyi


 I awoke to see you at the gate
a lilac vine waving to a sea of hope,
in rhythmic chant, waving at the gate.
Where yesterday’s impaled wishes hung…
and then these lines begun
writing themselves.
What freedoms do governments grant?
Apart from the freedom to acknowledge limits-
Boundaries to thought?
You breathe the air which crosses the boundary of humanities lungs;
bringing, in your democratic smile
the freedom to be fat and lazy,
the freedom to exploit,
and the freedom to fight with logic and love
for an unlocked understanding.
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11 thoughts on “Aung San Suu Kyi

  1. I like the idea of the lines writing themselves and you offer some especially interesting questions as well. You breathe the air which crosses the boundary of humanities lungs- outstanding line. Enjoyed the piece. Thanks

  2. O my goodness this is a worthy winner of a poem. In every single way this reaches the pinnacle of poetic achievement; not only because it is so well written, but also because it reaches out for justice, something which poets need to do, to champion those who “fight with logic and love”. Gosh I’m impressed by this poem.

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