Iwarned you Burma.
I told you this would happen.
"If the buck stops here"
Then why do your people cry?
Listen, they are coming.
And now you in your room,
The leader, the chosen one,
Must rise to see the blood red tunics,
The men in the street can see you Burma.
They can hear your heart pound in your chest.
The monk, the man, the woman, the child,
Listen, don't you hear them chanting?
And you sit in your chair, and wonder.
Each tear will cause the sea that will rise.
The world is watching you, but they will not help.
They hate you; they alone know the meaning of corrupt.
I warned you Burma.
They are coming.
