A Rohingya girl
I am a Rohingya girl
Twelve years old
Raped and ruined
Displaced and distressed
Destroyed and Devastated
Dishonored and disgraced My ego is shattered
My heart breaks every moment
My soul cannot breathe
My body feels disgusted
I am alive but
My life is looted by
The most abominable
The most heinous creatures
Myanmar Military Junta
Nothing is left to take care of
Nothing is left to lament for
I could not die
I am breathing
In a refugee camp
In Bangladesh
Unwelcomed and unwanted
Military Junta killed us
In thousands
Slaughtered us
Burnt us alive
Burnt our houses
Raped girls and children
We are the children
Of Arakan
Living here from time immemorial
Descendants of Aryan Hindus
Mingled and mixed up with
Arabs, Persians, Moors, Turks
Mughals Pathans and Bengalis
We are people of Rohan
The kingdom of Rohingyas
Forests and hills of Arakan
Heard footsteps of our ancestors
We are the first people
To live in Arakan
Arakan, our life and love
Burmese invaded our land
Arakan is full of natural resources
Burmese take our wealth
To central Burma
Making us poor and refugees
We must go back home
We will live and die in Arakan
