Outlawed to be Burmese

Love loops around

Born to happy smiles

Pride twinkles adoringly

First steps taken

Lots to see

Lots to learn

Lots to feel

Lights shine out there

Deceitful curiosity

Outlawed to go there

They carry stuff

They are books

They are pencils

They are toys

Outlawed to enjoy those

They come

They take mum

They take dad

Buried alive

Tears

Streams of tears

All alone

No-one to talk

No-one to smile

Outlawed to live

Hunted as a dog

Tired of running

Where is home?

I remember

I was born in BURMA

Outlawed to live in my home

Outlawed to live in BURMA

Outlawed to exist

I’m a Rohingya blood

I’m a human being

I’m a Burmese born

Jeg - 4 January 2013