Myanmar transitional justice has been supported by the diaspora. Myanmar youth diaspora in Thailand has created bridges and links among people and communities from many diverse backgrounds. In this piece, they reflect on the collective feeling of bewilderment among young people due to the current political situation. Is it possible that young people have taken the wrong decisions? Was following the democratic path the wrong choice? Through nine images and nine poems, this emotion is explored. The artwork concludes with the words “Yangon never surrenders”, indicating that despite all, young people will continue working towards what they believe is the right path
Myanmar transitional justice has been supported by the diaspora. Myanmar youth diaspora in Thailand has created bridges and links among people and communities from many diverse backgrounds. In this piece, they reflect on the collective feeling of bewilderment among young people due to the current political situation. Is it possible that young people have taken the wrong decisions? Was following the democratic path the wrong choice? Through nine images and nine poems, this emotion is explored. The artwork concludes with the words “Yangon never surrenders”, indicating that despite all, young people will continue working towards what they believe is the right path
Maintaining an unwavering faith in one's beliefs is essential for living a virtuous life. Since humans are interdependent, they may feel inclined to quit or forget during moments of hardships uncontrollably happening in the environment. The photographs presented here expresses silent desires of similar-minded youths.
Poem: "In the midst of trials, in this downward spin, Does our faith ebb like the tide, grow thin? Where does our courage, our strength repose? In the shadows of uncertainty, where it flows?"
"Our striving in the revolution's grand design, May dissolve like smoke from a cigarette fine. Efforts we put forth, so fervently stoked, In the winds of time, like wisps of smoke."
"While proverbs promise paths where we'd meet, Some left without a word, on life's discreet beat. Goodbyes unspoken, they simply withdrew, Leaving behind memories, old and new."
"A wanderer with no fixed destination will halt When they no longer wish to journey, their step's default. But I, with a known path ahead, sometimes falter and sway, Seeking encouragement when doubts lead me astray. Still, there are moments when pressure's weight's too much to bear, And I yearn to come to a full stop, release from the snare."
Poem: In the dreams of the youth, a future drops from view, Pazigyi's children, bodies amid the red hue. Hopeless eyes, they seek shelter from the skies, I Innocence lost to strife, where pain and fear arise. Forgiveness we may find, but never shall we erase, The memory of self-centered ways, a bitter, haunting chase. Parents, with choices made, their children's future their aim, Yet, in this tangled web of life, we won't forget the pain.
Poem: In the face of all obstacles, some souls dare to stand, In the revolution's fiery grip, they lend a helping hand. Their perseverance, a beacon in the darkest night, Guiding them through turmoil, in the relentless fight. Yet, I hang my head in quiet shame and contemplation, My aspirations confined to survival, a humbler dedication. Beside the revolutionary faith, I falter and sway, In the shadow of their courage, I find my own way.
Poem: "As hardships multiply, day by day, Curious eyes, hidden sabotage in their array, With fake smiles, we navigate a path unknown, Ahead, we march, steadfast in faith’s throne."
Poem: "Yet, we believe that within every heart's shade, Hatred, stigma, and vengeance can fade. Transformed into the fuel that ignites the flame, In the pursuit of federal democracy, we stake our claim. Yangon Shall Never Surrender!”
