Aung San Suu Kyii-The Prize Winner Poem by Richard Ponsonby

I am Aung San Suu Kyi
Have you got another prize
For me?
I was a little spoiled
When young
With Daddy a general
And an Oxford Education

It is no surprise that people say
That I like to get my own way
So after my childhood
Which was not average
It was time for me
To assert my privilege

I said there must be democracy
As long as the one in charge was me.
The Generals who all knew my Dad
Were sympathetic but they had
Me locked up in my mansion
People followed me with passion
And though quite a few were killed
They'd never touch me, and I knew that
Because I was the great General's
Little spoiled brat.

So I left a trail along the way
Many with their lives have paid
My husband left but I didn't care
I had to stay to be a true martyr
And my children too in London stayed
For a private education fully paid

Then the prizes came thick and fast
I'm sure the Nobel won't be my last
I am feted everywhere I go
For self-promotion I'm not slow

Then I was elected as a member
Quieter now as I manoeuvre
Oh I heard of the strife of the Rohingya
But I decided not to lift a finger
They are only peasants not like me
A member of the Aristocracy.
There'll be no prize to set them free
And though I'm Buddhist now and then
I told the Dalai Lama, "don't butt in"
When he asked me what I'd done for them.

So here I am so full of pride
If there's a prize
I won't be denied
It's all about me in the end
It's my privilege you must defend.