Oh Rohingya, who are you?
Oh Rohingya
you are many things to many people.
Oh Rohingya
you are a name 50 million Myanmar are brainwashed to hate who know next to nothing about what’s in a name.
Oh Rohingya
you are the content to erase from textbooks whose “not real” identity the snake-tongued Suu Kyi seeks to ban in her dubious Diplo-Speak
Oh Rohingya
You are a fundable project in the name of “local partners”
Oh Rohingya
You are an award-winning subject of reportage or documentary
Oh Rohingya
You are a legal volleyball played by human rights rights lawyers
On Rohingya
You are a security threat nations and regions, potentially as “radical Islamicists”;
never mind that you have not blown yourselves up in 40 years since your lot’s genocide began.
Oh Rohingya
you are a new ‘boat people’ whose survival flights at night the United Nations bleached as “irregular movements”
Oh Rohingya
you are a subject of surveillance to many a “anti-terror sickos”
For you pray out lou to Allah when your infants are burned alive, and the world stand idly by.
Oh Rohingya,
you are a subject of worldwide charity, but the one which triggers no real solidarity.
Oh Rohingya
you are a subject of interest which neo-Orientalist academics & experts dissect, from Asian Studies to the US Institute of Peace
Oh Rohingya
you are sources of memories to extract, collate, compile and deposit in some posh Ivory Tower
Oh Rohingya,
you are an agenda item which UN councils will debate, closed doors, with neither substance nor results, for decades.
Oh Rohingya
you are creatures whose children have been orphaned by the hundreds of thousands
Oh Rohingya
you are a people whose women have been widowed, raped, maimed, & terrorised.
Oh Rohingya
you are this deeply pathetic world’s Celebrities from Hell
Oh Rohingya
you are a subject of endless TV shows, academic debates, photography exhibits, and policy masturbation
Oh Rohingya
you are Myanmar’s Commander-in-Chief’s “unfinished business” the High Command’s objects of extermination, the ground troops’ preys for mass-rape, burn alive, mutilate, blow up, fire upon, bayonet, behead or cut throat, literally.
Oh Rohingya
you are our world’s largest tribe of Survivors with No Promised Land to run
Oh Rohingya
you are a people stranded on our Earth, without the Right to Belong or Settle-down
Oh Rohingya
you are a people in desperate need of a Homeland.
In deep disgust, wrote the poetry this afternoon after feeling rather outraged and dismayed at what I have been observing every day about the “Rohingya crisis” over the last 6 years.
Ultimately, it is the crisis of Humanity itself, the crisis that exposes this deeply inhumane and immoral world run by those with neither the intellectual vision nor human compassion.
MAUNG ZARNI
This poem has been written on Friday 30 March 2018 first published on poet’s blogsite.
