I've got a post over at The Foundry
about a brave comedian still telling jokes
in the face of brutal oppression in Burma. Named Zarganar, he is being held on a 35-year prison sentence for the crime of speaking his mind. Some poetry from the famed Burmese figure:
With row upon row of iron bars
They can cage me;
With the heat of seven suns
They can roast me;
With a battalion of ogres
They can guard me.
But if I took my scarlet blood
And sprayed it all across the sky,
The bars would melt,
The ogres kneel,
Their suns kowtow before me.
It's amazing that in the face of such repression and tragedy, a tortured and imprisoned man can still find such beauty and still tell jokes. Read up on him.
11:36 PM / April 11, 2011
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