The never ending dull roar of an itch on my head
My skin everywhere is in an uproar of silence
The nails scrape the skin away
I wish I could scrape my face away
The nails are not clean and perfect
Bite bite bite
I bite away at them
The whispers are increasing and screams never seem to be able to decipher what the whispers are saying
Block block block
I block it all away
My agenda turns into a wall and nails and barbed wire
My smile turns into an AK 47
Sleep I never seem to have enough of
Moment and moment again I remember
Weep and sorrow and anger and pitiful rage
I am
Tick tick tick is tocking my brain out of the clockwork
i wish I could stay with the time zone
The reflection is an immersion of searing boiling oil bubbling up
Blink
I'm back to flash card one
Blink
My exam is tomorrow
Blink
Blink
Blink
Blink
Blink
Blink
I am gone
And my exam is still tomorrow
Blink

They run.
They scream.
They beg for help.
Their homes are burned.
The women are *****.
The children are tortured.
Everyone is killed.
A savior amidst the government and yet her lips sit on top of each other, only opening to condemn the persecuted Rohingya...
A Nobel Peace Prize winner revealing herself as an assailant of ethics.
The Rohingya.
The humans denied aid by almost every brother and sister,
THOUSANDS of men, women, children,
are drowning, burning, pleaing for mercy,
as you sit in your comfy chair and read this poem,
as i sit in this bed writing this poem.
The Rohingya are looking into the eyes of a Buddhist state;
looking down the barrel of a gun pointed at them from infancy.
An entire culture dedicated to dehumanizing humans...
An entire coalition of states conforming to locking the Rohingya out...
A state committing textbook genocide.
A world subduing to textbook ignorance.
And the Rohingya fighting for the right to live
For the right to be
Human
The Rohingya must not flee, nor fear persecution, for We shall stand by the Rohingya!