Art Print with accompanying poem. Approx 60 x 40 cm
 
I really want that my baby sleeps between mom and dad in peaceful surroundings
.
There was singing my son enjoyed even though it was out of tune.
There was a cradle my son enjoyed even though it was my husband’s dirty sarong.
My son really likes to listen to my singing before he sleeps in the cloth of the sarong.
But, he cannot sleep anymore as before.
This place where we are is not my home.
It is not safe to sing and there is nowhere to hang the sarong.
We must all keep quiet as much as we can while running and hiding.
There is no more singing because of war.
There is no more cradle because of war.
 
Words by Maung Maung Tinn, artist
 
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