‘Twas the night before I be traveling,

When all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring,

Not even a spouse.

I start to think of distance that would be far,

But before I finish packing,

I read on my phone,

With iron rods they have been whacking,

Yangon women they had already been sacking,

For screaming and shouting,

Working conditions are not up to par!

My dinner before,

Something I would be having no more,

Corona and chorizo,

A meal that would fill four

So with fried sausage lining my stomach,

And stories of violence giving me something to munch on,

I turn off the lights,

Up to my bed,

One more sleep,

Before I take to the air.