Burma Bodies - by Starseeker

For a thousand years of endless time
a nation fought and cried;
Freedom they sought - for its delicate perfume
a numberless many died

And now this morning they give a shout
that rings across the seas;
Twenty thousand monks lead a yearning people
to the streets whereupon they plea

A shot rings out.

Then more and more
and people turn to flee;
Our strength unbroken, our resolve made stronger,
to set our Lady free.