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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 © | Year Posted 2019

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