Rohingya No More

An ideal Lady who dedicates most of her time for human rights and human dignity, wrote  a poem regarding real situation of  Rohingya. Every time I read it, I feel that she is talking about me.

Rohingya No More

I woke up this morning all cosy in bed

And a poem in my head

About another world

Behind my closed door

Where they got no cosy beds to sleep in

All they got is the floor

And mud, mud, mud,

Rising in the flood

No blanket to cover their children

If their children are still alive

Because they might not be

Some have been chopped up before their eyes

Sorry this poem should have come with a warning

It's easy to understand

I got a simple vocabulary

So this can be read in every land

But don't be fooled into thinking

I'm writing something nice

This poem ain't nice at all

This is a nightmare

It is called life

Life on Earth

This is what it's come to

But if you live in the West

I'm sorry you don't have a clue

So you might find my poem gives you a start

I got a lot to tell you so I'll begin with just one part

                                                                                                   

I'll start with the Rohingya

Because they are on my mind

This morning

Without warning

This nightmare woke up with me

but I knew it was a reality

Whilst I was fast asleep

More people died in that mud knee deep

Maybe they just starved to death

Or maybe they died of disease

It could have been an untreated injury

Or a new slaughter where the parents cried out Please!

Please don't hurt my baby, he's  my only son!

And my daughter she's the light of my life.

Oh my God what have you done!

How did humanity get to stoop so low?

Where are the hearts God gave us?

Does anybody know?

Can you even feel your heart behind your drunken stupor?

Have the tranquilizers numbed all your pain? Are the holidays all you live for?

Someone said I should write a poem

Sorry I write like a kid

But like I said this rhyme comes with a warning

Might not be one for the bed time story

The Rohingya

They live in Burma

Which was renamed to Myanmar

By the military Junta

I call it Burma in my Twitter stream

Because it uses less characters

And that's what matters most to me

The Rohingya were the forgotten people

No human rights and no voice

But you won't know that if your media of choice

is CNN or Sky News or BBC

But now we got the Internet it's easier to see

What lies behind the filter bubble

If you have the heart to stomach the trouble

Lived in the Arakan for centuries

A fact denied by Ne Win dictator from the military

he stole their right to a nationality

in 1982. They are officially

The most persecuted minority

In the World

Said the United Nations

When it suited them

Before Aung San Suu Kyi

And democracy

The UN said that, so quote that, it's official

Unlike the thousands of unverified deaths

Which can't possibly exist

They simple are not real

Because Thein Sein the new era president

Says there's only seventy eight deaths and

he's our document.

He's about democracy you see

Never mind his connection to the military.

Persecuted for years

No human rights just fears

More than 30 years of persecution

Less than one human right of 30 in a resolution

Forced to work as slaves on their own land

Can you imagine that?

And do you even give a dam?

Can't travel from place to place without a permit

Better for them to live like a hermit

They lost their right to marry

and have children as you wish

But the sea was their friend

And at least they could fish

But even fish started dying

Due to underwater mining

And the sea become their enemy

swallowing them up as they tried to flee

The horrors that were on the land

But maybe sea remained their best friend

Since it was always waiting patiently

To put an end to their misery.

Thank God for the sea that fed them

and sustained their lives for a while

And for the sea that took those lives away

when the lives could no longer smile.

Did you hear the man crying out for mercy?

'When will people like you bring us justice and peace?'

His wife begged for poison to end the misery.

But for many the pain did not cease.

It's not the first time the government tried to wipe them out

They tried a few times before you might have heard a shout

from a few

in 1992

just a quarter million fled their land

to Bangladesh who they thought was their friend

But over the border there was no warm welcome

Just a lot more mud

and some sticks they call shelter

The man behind that job I read was Than Shwe

But he didn't finish the job off so they are trying again today.

Should have taken him to the ICC

For war crimes years ago

Then these people wouldn't have to flee

Like they are trying now but with nowhere to go.

This minority gonna get the flick

Sorry but the land needs clearing real quick

Than Shwe is running out of time

For the Shwe Gas Pipeline.

Starting in Arakan

Crossing over to the people of Kachin

I've not even started talking about that

Another group of people about to get the sack

Gotta get that oil and gas pumping up to China

Like blood through our veins keeps us living finer

It's a win win situation

Even Ban Ki told us so

Seems he forgot about the Rohingya though.

It always starts with a rape you see

Stir up the tension between the ethnicity

But when leaflets are distributed across the nation

Encouraging the hate and extermination

You know this thing didn't just happen naturally

Police stand watching even though they can see

The houses burning and the knives cutting through

Innocent bodies, flesh, sinew

It's not a sight I'd like to see

But how would I feel if it was happening to me?

How would I like to see my house burnt to the ground?

How would I like to listen to the sound?

But don't talk about the children, please not the children

After they were hit

50 to 60 of them thrown in a pit

Buried alive that's what he said

The old man survivor when he arrived half dead

In the middle of the night

Did  my ears hear me right?

Surely not, play it again,

Tell me he's lying coz I can't take such pain.

Genocide

It's a dirty word

Concentration camps

How absurd

These are emotive words you know

We don't want to hear them better you go

We'll label you as a mad

Then we can all ignore the bad

Go talk to Amnesty

They are very good you'll see

Tell them all about it

Then you can sleep at night coz u done your bit

Genocide: worse than war

The best documentary I watched by far

Find it on YouTube if you care

After watching don't forget to share

Mass murder is a political act

Could be prevented if you care about that

Which country will put national interest aside

And argue first for humanity with pride.

It is a desperate situation

This evil manifestation

Everyone in Burma it seems

Don't see the Rohingya as human beings

Why is it because you don't look like their look?

Skin too dark? Reading a different book?

Or are you just superior

to hold these people so inferior?

Its not them acting like animals it's you

when you surround their houses

with knives to stick through

the walls what do you think

is that human behaviour?

Have you thought about your soul

and who is going to save you?

So what do we do? just leave them there?

That is their land, their right.

Sitting ducks waiting patiently.

This is their plight.

They been denied so much already

Surely they got the right to remain

On their land where they can die in vain

And politicians can talk for sure

After a while Rohingya no more.