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Save Rohingya

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They gave me A4 sheet
To inscribe the blood of
thousands of people,
To write the tales of burnt homes…

They gave me six minutes
To tell the saga of
Seven decades of tyranny,
And the history of that land
Which never tasted freedom…

The cadaver of my grave less words
Smiled on the rights
Those rights were only applied
For the skin tones that are light!

But these jokes
Of International laws
Don’t make us smile…
Alas,
My words died,
I can’t write…

Save Rohingya.

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