All titles (in bold), and some lines in the poem are taken directly from the Flash Report of the OHCHR’s Mission to Bangladesh, ‘Interviews with Rohingyas Fleeing from Myanmar since 9 October 2016’, published on 3 February, 2017 and available at https://www.ohchr.org/Documents/Countries/MM/FlashReport3Feb2017.pdf.
To move1 between, and often within
townships, procedures to secure2 travel
are onerous and time3-consuming.
Failure to comply4 with requirements
can result in arrest5 and prosecution.
Several victims mentioned
, the destruction of property and the displacement of 140,000
people due to shooting at close range
due to stabbing by knife
due to beating by the security forces
by five army officers in front of our eyes
of the foetus
due to random firing
and her two sisters killed
they held each other tight, that could be why they seemed to be hugging in there, my brother said.
Families may have had members killed,
Have crossed the border pictured below
|My country sells its islands whole.||This led|
|My country lets its cities grow.||to many|
|My country takes care of your soul.||Families|
|My country keeps your taxes low.||Moving|
|My country holds its secrets close.||from village|
|My country builds above the sea.||to village|
|My country makes your emperor’s clothes.||and|
|My country lets your country be.||Ultimately|
|My country has its own to feed.||leaving|
|My country is your country’s womb.||the country|
|My country knows it has no need.|
|My country says it has no room.||for safety.|