Myanmar Massacre On Rohingya
By Mamu Roshid


In Myanmar,
I remember the words of the silence
That killed the Rohingya.
Looking at the images, my heart becomes stoned.
My heart started beating with scary clouds.
Tears fell and made a river.

Rohingya,
Mothers were raped in front of their children.
Houses were burnt in front of masters
Children were killed in front of parents.
Sisters were chosen one by one to rape them

Armies,
They made Rohingya children Driving helter-skelter in the street.
They have gunfire to target the Rohingya.
They used an excellent idea to Clamp down on Rohingya citizens.
They destroyed the hope of a Rohingya student.

Your heart can never be dead.
Your memories can never be clear.
Your name is never erased
We just fight with our pens.