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Jim Carrey Gets Serious in Video Plea.......
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I'm sure he's thinking,"Man, I'm sooooo on top of this issue......I'm bringin sexy back
![]() ![]() "No time outs. Only DEATH!"
"I don't like to brag and I won't cuz I don't have to!" ![]()
On a serious note Jim's plea is for the freedom of a deeply deserving, peaceful woman. Imprisoned under house arrest for 11 years for wanting nothing more than diplomacy for her homeland, something we Western Societies now take for granted.The following poems throw some light onto her dignified plight......They are indeed beautiful..
In The Quiet Land (By Daw Aung San Suu Kyi) In the Quiet Land, no one can tell if there's someone who's listening for secrets they can sell. The informers are paid in the blood of the land and no one dares speak what the tyrants won't stand. In the quiet land of Burma, no one laughs and no one thinks out loud. In the quiet land of Burma, you can hear it in the silence of the crowd In the Quiet Land, no one can say when the soldiers are coming to carry them away. The Chinese want a road; the French want the oil; the Thais take the timber; and SLORC takes the spoils... In the Quiet Land.... In the Quiet Land, no one can hear what is silenced by murder and covered up with fear. But, despite what is forced, freedom's a sound that liars can't fake and no shouting can drown. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Free bird towards a free Burma (By Daw Aung San Suu Kyi) My home... where I was born and raised used to be warm and lovely now filled with darkness and horror. My family... whom I had grown with used to be cheerful and lively now living with fear and terror. My friends... whom I shared my life with used to be pure and merry now living with wounded heart. A free bird... which is just freed used to be caged now flying with an olive branch for the place it loves. A free bird towards a Free Burma. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why do I have to fight??? (By Daw Aung San Suu Kyi) They killed my father a year ago, And they burnt my hut after that I asked the city men "why me?" they ignored "I don't know, mind your business," the men said. One day from elementary school I came home, Saw my sister was lifeless, lying in blood. I looked around to ask what happened, if somebody'd known, Found no one but living room as a flood. Running away by myself on the village road, Not knowing where to go but heading for my teacher Realizing she's the only one who could help to clear my throat, But this time she gave up, telling me strange things in fear. Why, teacher, why.. why.. why? I have no dad nor a sister left. To teach me and to care for me you said, was that a lie? This time with tearful eyes she, again, said... "Be a grown one, young man, Can't you see we all are dying? And stop this with your might as soon as you can, For we all are suffering." (Daw Aung San Suu Kyi) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For those of you interested Daw Aung San Suu Kyi's website can be found here- http://www.dassk.com/index.php fluffy ![]() Fluffy
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