We are 300
Out of 740000,
Fled from the land of Buddha, Myanmar
Buddha, you worship at home and outside
Under the sun and the moon
In August 2017
Our women were raped,
Our men killed,
Our huts torched,
The world closely watched
Genocide of our race
As it is watching the massacre
Of Palestine people
Bangladesh refused to take us
And our Indonesian brothers
Warning us of deaths
If we land at their docks
After weeks at Andaman sea
Without food and water,
We, along with our
Dying mates and children
Have arrived at Lamreh village,
At Blang Raya village
But our purified Islamic brothers
Will not let us stay in their lands
The world labelled us ‘refugee’,
In Allah’s wide land, and sea and sky
We are pariahs, we are
Ways of profits for traffickers
Columnists still relish our survival feats!
