Killing My Soul

By Sahat@Zia Hero Naing

I'm a Rohingya, a refugee  
lazy and a little crazy 
So much time I have  
It is killing my soul.  
The losing time  
Days are big devils, 
The cold comfort days 
The sunsets are threatening me, 
And the nights are so roaring  
So agonising indeed  

Help me, please  
All I want, a normal life, simple one  
Ocean of pain in my mind  
A dismal and unconscious mind  
I'm between life and death 
Disappeared the future 
Fearing of mind crash 
Posttraumatic stresses of the east  
Fearing of heart-failure 
I miss my past,  
So many accesses to walk 
But, missed the ways to survive 

Help me, please  
I want to be a humanitarian.  
I want the rights to work for humanity.  
No need visibility to show the humanity.  
Want to help my community 
They are my strength.  
I want to unite all of them.  

Help me, please  
I want to awake my community. 
Their vulnerability is not their weakness.  
Want to awake their capabilities 
Want to fight for impartiality 
Want to fight for their rights 

Help me, please  
I want to awake the world.  
My community is sinking in a man-made sea.  
We shouldn't keep sleeping.  
They are dying to survive.  
We shouldn't keep seeing 
Suffering of helpless for the needs 
Hopeless for the future, 
the riskiest for the genocide survivors 

Sn.Nov, E-5 
(05-11-2019) 
The Art Garden Rohingya