By Sahat@Zia Hero Naing
The journey to seek a safe life
silent and innocent souls on boat
left for the voyage without side
The cultural risk, changing the land to change luck
Like a death game
A trader of some human’s lives
Some sailors and the starving migrants
Trading the living-goods in the sea of death
No water but tears to drink
No food but bleeding vital fluid
Seeking help, waves are merciless
In search of a safe place,
To end life of struggle
What do their parents want?
Freedom after the gate of death in the sea
But the borders closed and the sea is hunting
No humanity but social distancing the border guards
The world’s behind
The crisis without end
Floating corps and boat near the borders
The headline after weeks, Rohingya boat capsizes
Are Rohingyas just to sell?
Don’t Rohingya belong to this earth?
No government to save us,
From mouth of traffickers,
Many are breads of the hunting sea.
Based on Rohingya boats capsized after being pushed back by Malaysian authorities and dozen were drawn.
The Art Garden Rohingya