A Tale of a Rohingya
When I saw them burning my paddy field,
I pleaded - DON'T!
When I saw them burning my house,
I pleaded - DON'T!
When they swang my baby into the the blaze;
I begged them - DON't!
Then they gangraped my pregnant wife,
Suffocating one inside,
I cried - DON'T!
Now they turned to me
To make me a ghost.
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