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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Welcome to July’s issue of Synchronized Chaos Magazine. This month’s theme is Ways of Being Human. We’re exploring different ideas of how to be a person in our world.

First, there’s the basic question of why many of us choose to stick around and try to make the most of this life.

Inspiration and motivation

Where do we find our inspiration, and what can that motivate us to accomplish? Different contributors point to different personal and global sources of inspiration.

Christopher Bernard exults in spring, dancing along with Schumann in an exuberant symphony of nature’s regrowth.

Mahbub pays tribute to his poetry’s various ‘muses’: nature, romantic love, artwork, and his own thoughts and ideas. Bursts of rainfall, paintings, and lost or idealized love can all come through and blossom into poems.

Joan Beebe writes of love and nurturing, from metaphorical beams of light illuminating the world and from the hardworking hands of a caring mother figure.

Even J.J. Campbell, our regular poet of angst, emptiness and alienation, allows glimpses of hope and beauty to penetrate his pieces this month, through rays of sunlight and stained glass.

Once we get motivated, we can move forward in life in various ways.

Chimezie Ihekuna’s play The Success Story presents a college student who leaves his promising engineering career to follow his true passion and become an author.

Elizabeth Hughes, in her monthly Book Periscope column, reviews titles about protagonists who take great personal risks to resist injustice. Arthur Cantrell’s The Flight of the Valkyrie concerns black operations and military intelligence efforts against the Nazis, and Frederick Malphurs’ A Day in the Life of Dr. Fox presents a Mexican surgeon and his twin brother and their fight for justice against drug lords who killed their sister.

Margi Garcia’s poetry shares her journey out of a violent relationship and her efforts to rebuild her life, as she finds comfort in family and friends, especially her children, for whom she desires to build a better life.

Small individuals, big world – or vice versa? 

How do we relate to the world around us, to a universe that’s not at human scale? How can we, how have we, made sense of where we fit in a world that’s both much larger and much smaller than ourselves?

Gary Glauber portrays very human characters: guardian angels who love earthly pleasures such as Jeopardy, people who lose love out of foolish pride, old friends who enjoy reconnecting, exuberant vacationers. He contrasts the warmth of a personal conversation in a coffeeshop with the loss of privacy and feeling of being trapped and stared at that he feels when people he knows get approached or propositioned by strangers in the vast confusing world of the Internet.

My review of San Francisco State University’s annual Personalized Medicine conference presents a more optimistic view of computer technology. Ironically, impersonal processing of patients’ medical data and analysis of lab results through artificial intelligence allows us the processing power to understand health on a more individual basis and identify patterns on a deep enough level to provide personalized care based on a person’s genetics.

Doug Hawley writes of a hypothetical future terrorist attack in a story that starts out sounding so over the top that it could be humorous, then turns dark as the attack gets carried out and vast numbers of people die. His piece shows at once the vulnerability of the powerful, the ubiquity of nameless evil, the difficulty of fighting an enemy we can’t even identify, and what happens when large segments of the world are left feeling powerless.

In a more humorous vein, Jeff Bagato gives us a character who’s quite large. His body, his belongings, his self-concept – everything about him is defiantly big. This serves as a commentary on some cultures’ relentless drive to expand and grow, on the idea that ‘bigger is better.’

Storytelling and light humor

We explain our world to each other, and to ourselves, through stories. We also use storytelling to entertain ourselves and to appreciate and remember the world around us. Several pieces here illustrate how this narration is a vital part of the human experience.

Norman Olson gives us a travel essay with observations and detailed running commentary on his recent trip to the Netherlands.

J.D. DeHart sends us a fresh set of words and thoughts. Several pieces probe the creative and writing process itself, drawing upon the human imagination and finding amusement in the written word.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan contributes poetry somewhat reminiscent of DeHart’s, although with an even stronger narrative component. His work incorporates vignettes that find humor through the unexpected, the strange, and the slightly grotesque: drunk neighbors who talk of caterpillars, heartbroken friends not even ready to let houseplants into their lives, people who approach pro basketball in a cultish way.

The unusual, and the awkward, is a part of our human experience, though – just as much as the beautiful, the delightful, and the inspirational. We hope that as you read this issue, you enjoy these commentaries on our human existence.

my hand is big (supersized me)

my hand is big

my foot is big

my leg is big

my waist is big

my shoe is big

my pants are big

my shirt is 6XL

my DVD is big

my hamburger is big

my fries are big

my cereal box is big

my bowl is big

my plate is big

my fork is big

my table is big

my car is big

my lawn is big

my satellite dish is big

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Vacation Adventure

Show us the wild kingdom

& let this paid king’s ransom

hold us captive one more day.

Let us be owls flying at night,

shouting judgments & formulae,

random truths of sorry subsistence.

This is the noise trees make

when no one is there to listen:

curt crunch & crackle

of solid dead fall, amazeballs

with a four-star review on

our favorite travel site.

Stone fireplace in drafty mansion

stirs the wind of ancestral doom;

we go for a stroll near sunset.

Hear our important footfall,

the approach of muffled outrage

through discarded thickets,

branches & limbs who lost

when gravity came a’callin’.

Now we all pine for fancy crafts

lost to time & tradition,

artisan carpenters of legend

who once whittled soft existence

into heirloom lives worth living.

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