Poem For The Rohingya
Roots of Truth, they linger.
What faith, does a heart truly have?
If it does not beat with humanity
Are we not grown
From the same shreds
Of flesh, and in the same vein?
Does a Rohingya father
Not wish for his child
The same dreams that we do?
We shout to the world, like you
As tortured bodies drown
Rough seas carrying, growing
Waves of injustice, crashing
To silent shores of guilt
Does a Rohingya mother
Not sing to her child
The same lullabies that we do?
A façade of reform
For those who choose
To destroy your name, your weakened bodies
With lies that flow
As ordered, as blood
And when a Rohingya child is mourned, we weep
We cannot feel your pain, but we will share it
As you cannot see our love, but we still send it
But those who cry for the dead
Know that love can never be buried
Submerged roots of truth, they linger
As justice roams the earth, haunted
Ashes, where life once breathed.