How cruel you are, dear!
Sheds my tears
Your gun, sword, fire have not touched me
Nevertheless I am murdered,
Let alone touched me
I would be powder
As many have been
In the modern wilderness, Myanmar;
You cruel! have exemplified
Were unseen and unknown in the world;
You rather torment and torture me in your hell
Taking me thousands of Rohingyas to kill.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 09/23/2017
How cruel you are, dear! Sheds my tears Your gun, sword, fire have not touched me Nevertheless I am murdered,
Let alone touched me I would be powder As many have been In the modern wilderness, Myanmar;
You cruel! have exemplified Were unseen and unknown in the world; You rather torment and torture me in your hell Taking me thousands of Rohingyas to kill.
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Cruelty and violence provoke thought. We pray before God for stability, love and peace.10