Freedom Vigil for Aung San Suu Kyi on her birthday
I recently read about a three women in our Pulse. I had often heard about Aung San Suu Kyi before but not o of Mo Suchua and Kharbhih... both of very poetic names). These women are dealing with the same issues everywhere... so I wrote this poem for...You may google their names for more information. Tmr night on Aung San Suu Kyi's birthday, a number of women including Esther Passaris and I will not sleep. We shall keep a vigil from evening to evening and discuss Aung San Suu Kyi and Kenya and Freedom.....will update you on this powerful retreat!
For Aung San Suu Kyi’s birthday: 16th June
To many pulse women we know;
Mo Suchua, Aung San Suu Kyi and Hasina Kharbhih
your souls are ours
By Philo Ikonya
If they take you to prison;
When you step in prison,
Because you spoke your truth, to them;
and it was bitter than gall;
If they open the prison door’
and turn the key, and you remain in,
Remember this, Mu Suchua, they have not locked your power.
You have it in your heart, and all over the world, your souls are ours,
For your love for Cambodia, sing freedom, let us sing!
In your love for Cambodia, we love you Mu Suchua,
You who stares like a lion at the face of evil,
Speaks clearly like faith in the face of power,
Speaking truth to power, speaking truth to evil,
Frightening them till their hearts and tails recoil,
And you bringing love; to women who keep dancing!
In your love for Cambodia, We thank you Mu Suchua,
With tears in our eyes, Mo Suchua, but never mind our tears!
We the women of the world, who stand up for all children,
We the women with a pulse that runs faster as children fall in Gaza,
We the women who refuse to keep silent.
We the women; Mo Suchua.
Take with you Aung San Suu Kyi spirit,
When they turn the key your souls are ours,
We turn up our cry!
We arrest ourselves for her house arrest we give our souls,
We know of her pain in Burma, arrested in our wombs,
We have given many births, and she was still under arrest.
Many suns have risen and set, calling the moon to her turn,
Our daughters and sons grown tall as Aung San Suu Kyi!
And she, minute by minute serving a sentence; and finally the ridicule.
Tell, me, who should be trying who?
Aung San Suu Kyi, should try Burma and then the world,
as she holds hands with Mu Suchua and our sister Hasina.
Hasina she says no to human trafficking,
Hasina today she walks to court gallantly,
Hasina she holds her files of a firm called Impulse!
I like it Hasina I see the passion!
But to Hasina they send a woman to beat her,
Hasina is beaten and threatened today, this afternoon
Outside court and police watching,
But before nightfall we are all there; from four all corners of the world,
We have come, via internet pulse,
to pick up Hasina!
The way attorney Ann Njogu came at midnight
to get me out of dark and lonely and wet cells,
Only male cops for my falls but her soul was mine,
We are now here to touch and heal Hasina’s wounds,
The way Laetitia came to soothe mine!
They ask us how can these women dance across nations with such a pulse,
Hasina in … in Shuuuling…never mind the best have not heard of it,
Aung San Suu Kyi… you know our uncles and fathers fought in Burma,
Brought by the British the innercore of violence,
All the way from our villages still madmen walk,
Singing of when they were in Burma and touching medallions!
And then they ask us how we dance to continents with our souls of peace?!
Free our history! Free Cambodia! Free Burma! Free Kenya! Free the world!
They tied up the world’s women and turned away,
you put structures in the hands of men with and vested them raw power,
You know our aches come mainly from the same source,
If we follow the river to the source, we will get our cure,
And use it like manure to sprint to the future,
The past is bleak but we learn from it.
So if you go into exile Hasina Kharbhih, if you do,
If you have to be taken away to a place of peace,
remember to talk to all nations of peace and justice,
remember we are here dancing with you,
bleeding and dancing in the revolution of women of peace!
Our souls are yours!
Mu Suchua dancing,
Dancing with Harriet Tubman,
Spiriting blacks to freedom!
Aung San Suu Kyi, writing,
Dancing with Gertrude Stein,
Writing of ourselves and for strangers.
Making Hasina Kharbhih go, Stein tells Hasina,
The strangers, ‘dear friend, are an afterthought!”
And all women dance along to “make many mad!”
But making any one who would claim sense think!
Sophie Dowallar drums to the beat,
Sings to da beat,
Drums to da beat, dala na, dala na Mama!
Making world women go marching and dancing!
Women, the lords of the dance!