Myanmar’s Rohingya.

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O’ people of Rohingya,
You’re the fallen heroes;
You’re like those tiny seeds
That will grow.
The tables will turn,
No more will the ashes burn,
So strengthen your faith,
If they want they can hate.
Fear them not;
They will be caught,
In the court of the greatest,
Under the light of the fairest.
So be like a knight,
Do not give up but fight,
Fight till you die,
Your place will be in Jannah so high.
Humanity is asleep,
Looking at them don’t you weep?
Wake-up kingdom of the blind,
Think from your heart and not mind.
Embrace them with your open arms;
Don’t you want to share your flowering farms?
So let not the blood spill,
Let them not be killed.
O’ People of Rohingya,
Do not let the hope slide,
Hold on to it tight,
For you’re in our hearts,
Even if your soul departs.

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An invisible bond.

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There are things I can’t describe,
But you should know
Without you I won’t survive
I’d die
And this isn’t a lie
I can’t imagine you saying goodbye
I’ll be good; I promise I’ll try
Imagining you gone makes me cry
My life would be like an autumn leaf
So dry
This is a test I know
But I still question why?
I want to be under your shade
I am not ready to fly
This world is cruel
And the sky is up high
I know you have been broken
And I am sorry because I did pry
But I want to let you know
You’ll always be in my heart
Even after death do us apart…

The Time

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Among the crowd
And the voices so loud
I stood there all alone
Watching them, i was angry and worn

Feeling out of place
I was looking for solace
In the wings of the air that I breathed
In the arms of someone I had forgotten

The noise in my head was too much
Wetness under my eyes was like such
Grief couldn’t describe the passing hour
I was lost and tire

They spoke to me sometimes
But my soul had committed a crime

A crime of freedom
And I asked them
If they wanted some

But what was this feeling
Why wasn’t my scar healing

As if my heart was ripped out
My agony was that loud

But I was ignored
Maybe they were bored

To see the dark sight
That I embraced knowing it isn’t white

But in the end
My wounds did bleed
They cared or not
But at night I still weep.