The Torture and Death You Brought About
They are the Rohingyas
They are the Muslims
They live in Rakhine of Myanmar
You, the armed forces,
You, the angry mobs and the hungry Buddhists
What have you made to do such monstrosities?
I hear the sound of cries and pains still now floating on the wind
I can still see the sight of torture and death on the screen
I can see the fully naked women tightly tied in a tree with ropes
The screaming, howling and growling with pain touches my heart
Sinks into darkness
Animals have also the rules to prey
More furious than they living in the darkness of forest or jungles
You, the killers play the role of demons
When I see the cutting of legs and hands of a living woman
Before blowing the knife on her throat and separating her head
Keep it on her hip
My eyes lose its power to see any more
When I see a man sitting on a stone fixing his hands and legs
Standing three with their black head from back
Suddenly started to blow the knife on his throat
Separating his body from head leave the track with the head
Numbs my body in the silent morning after rising the sun
When I see the boys and girls are mangled
with the axes in their mouths and foreheads
Immediately the land is flooded with blood
How can I keep my eyes open to the blue and rainbow sky?
When I see the children are held hard and beaten with sticks and rods
And shoot and cut the bodies and hung to the wall
How can I take my breath?
When I see the human bodies are lying on the ground
And the armed forces and mobs are beating and chopping them to death
How can I sound any more?
When I see the young official play with a young lady in the jeep
And tear her breast and vagina with weapons
Laying her flat on the road jump on her body
How can the world be silent?
When I see the live persons are burned to death by petrol
Pouring on their bodies
How should the green be the green?
When the houses are burning with the dark smoke
And the people are running to escape themselves
People of all ages; children, young and the old
Rush to Bangladesh crossing the river Naf
The water of the river has been red, the red blood
It is groaning with rage
Hundreds and thousands of dead bodies are floating on the river
The Rakhine land has already been cultivated with the seeds in this way
the so many silent dead bodies
Genocide! Overcomes all the savagery in the history of the world
O Aung San Suu Kyi, what will be your answer before our Creator
When along with them you will again open your eyes
to the Judgment’s day?
Would it be able to save you your prestigious certificate?
The Nobel Peace Prize?
Does it bear any more the honor you achieved?
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