How brave these generals with their guns.
How brave their threat to drop their bombs.

While devastation lies around.
And the dead are awash upon the ground.

They care not that people in pain do die.
As long as they stay with might and cry.

I am a General look up to me.
I am mighty as you can see.

Even now as Burmese people cry.
And with a dying breath we hear them sigh.

For pity help us in our pain.
As we will surely die the same.

No stay your hand those Generals shout.
You may not help, so turn about.

As we have power o’er the rest.
For we are Generals and know the best.