Fifty million
Refuge, displaced and homeless
In the ports, on the roads, in vessels
Being bus, minivan, boat or ship, even air
Many die like I heard "On border
Is buried like a dog under rock."
Each of us sees own way.
I see mine.
The MH that is lost had unnamed.
Recent ship, the Greek had unknown.
Many are round the world and untold.
"This uncle knows Rahman, " Rahim lied.
All around I have seen and have talked.
I'm ashamed; that is all.
(Nine killing; kids and up,
Edmonton's story, Vietnam)
What are these but chaos?
"There is one medicine, " someone said:
"Death to man; to mankind, " guess he meant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem