Myanmar Massacre
Monks become monsters.
2017 is also a bloody year.
Where is Suu Kyi?
Did she lose her voice
beneath the military boots?
Paralyzed arms and legs.
Rape is a genocidal ritual.
Bloated corpses in the canal
were women in the morning.
Intensity of pain and color of blood,
the same here too.
Rohingya belong to the *****sapiens.
Anathema rising from discontent
leaps over tolerance.
Alas!
Nobody cares shivering and shrieking.
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Copyright © Fabiyas M V | Year Posted 2019
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