Art Print with accompanying poem. Approx 60 x 40 cm
 
It shatters my hopes for my child
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There are no parents who do not love their children.
There are no children who do not love their parents.
I am sure of that because I am a mother, I have children and I really love my children.
Even though I’m missing one of my legs, my love for my children doesn’t change.
It is exactly the same as before. Some years ago, I lost my leg.
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I traded my leg for a cup of bamboo soup.
I am poor.
All of my children really like to have meat curry. I
 wish I could cook meat curry for them regularly, even once a month. ….of course that’s impossible because my husband and I do not have enough income.
So, instead, I prepare soup for them everyday.
Soup is easy to swallow.
Bamboo shoot soup is one of the easiest curries in the rainy season.
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The forest was green.
The soil was wet.
The bamboo shoot happily came up.
While my knife cut the bamboo shoot, something exploded near my right foot.
I was in shock.
Everything changed within a few seconds.
My life, my children’s futures, my hopes for them… Everything… in just a few seconds.
My love for them doesn’t change,
but others feelings are not the same anymore.
I feel depressed.
I feel less confident.
The mother who has only one leg can do less for her children than the mother who has both legs.
I never dreamed, I never imagined any weapons in my life.
But a weapon has marred my life.
A weapon destroys my hopes.
A weapon shatters my children’s’ future.
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How many people suffer because of weapons?
 
Words by Maung Maung Tinn, artist
 
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