My Country, My Home

My country is under a siege 

People continually wallow in pain

Everywhere is in confusion;

Masses continually kill like sheep,

I dream of my home country

Where my friends waited my return

That I truly miss my home;

Myanmar wails for her lost folks,

Fire and blood, missionaries and victims

Everything turned into grass field 

The ground cries for its companies 

Today the heavy clouds of war;

Enshroud your wonderful face,

Where are my sons, family and loyal guard

In empty homesteads chill winds reign 

Spread in far land across the ocean;

Like little birds weep for their dead mom.