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rohingya
unknown

in two nights they turned me from child to corpse.
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and i roam these streets not scared anymore.
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after all death did not care enough to take me;
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they murdered the men, my brother, father
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yet gave me a son.
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who is already worth more than me.
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i feed him from the few rupees they pay
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after i hush my son to sleep.
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and what does it matter
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anyone can justify anything
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when your god is mute
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and your child knows nothing
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but starvation.
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23 Dec 17


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