Image “at a Rohingya refugee camp in Bangladesh” (Zoriah.net)
Dear Brethren of ours,
I feel at loss and at shame;
That your carcasses line the street
Like the struck pins of a bowling game..
Like rodents they treat you,
The Myanmar military leaders;
Forced slavery on roads,
Rapes, tortures, land seizures!
Yet, there is barely a sound,
So far from an upheaval;
The media blackout in your regions
Oh, how your oppressors are so evil !!
As a Muslim from afar,
Feel , I am your kindred,
Our sorrow is not ajar !
Oh look !
brutal permission you need
even for Nikah !!
And when a child they expect,
The military, woefully adept
That they are forced to have their faces
And the abdomens checked !
They tax you even to breathe,
Whole graveyards are sieged,
Oh forgotten Ummah,
You are in desperate need,
When you cross the border to find retreat,
There is no solace on the street
Sent back by the Dhaka government;
Despite brethren in belief ..
Sending forces to halt them at the border,
Yet supporting the sham United Nations,
With such will and ease!
Backstabbing western slaves
A woeful feature of our days,
The skies shalt grey
And the blood will spray,
Yet In the senates and chambers,
They will sit unfazed..
Oh youthful brethren,
Let’s shed light on what’s right:
We are all a homeless people
Desecrated on sight !
But we have Allah on our side,
And his system clear as ice !
Raise the call today for change,
So that the oppressed are behind the Caliph
At home again
“No tomorrow for this six-year old Rohingya refugee girl”
Carol Anne Grayson is an independent writer/researcher on global health/human rights/WOT and is Executive Producer of the Oscar nominated, Incident in New Baghdad. She is a Registered Mental Nurse with a Masters in Gender Culture and Development. Carol was awarded the ESRC, Michael Young Prize for Research 2009, and the COTT ‘Action = Life’ Human Rights Award’ for “upholding truth and justice”.