The Lady

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Red robes swirling, monks march,

filling the street,

chanting:

"Aung San Suu Kyi! Aung San Suu Kyi!"

They arrive at the base of her compound.

Soldiers, red scarves around their necks,

symbols of the oppressive regime,

exchange startled glances:

what to do?

And then she appears:

The Lady,

slim, sure, peaceful,

purposeful, smiling.

Climbing up over the barricade,
she smiles at her people,

raising her joined hands together

in a respectful bow.

She takes a white blossom,

tinged with palest pink,

from her hair,

cups it in her hands,

lifts it, then sends it aloft,

an offering, for her loving devotees:

symbol of peace, of hope,

of a living inner flame of freedom

the regime has been unable

to suppress.

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posted for dVerse, where Claudia has asked us to write about colours.

I so admire this woman! I highly recommend the movie of her life: The Lady.