Reality and Media : Rohingya..Forgotten people
Reality :
His city cleansed and burned,
Ashes ,
Emptiness,
Fragility ,
Silence
Erected as the pillars of the Parthenon
Withstanding the test of time
Media:
Irrelevant,
Turn the page !
Look at those images
Above,
In the corner,
They are splendid ,aren't they?:
A rock star in a French kiss with a Mis Beauty Queen
A Gulf prince sits with Twilight’s heroine
Reality:
Splendid life ,but from another planet
Smidgen from a fairy tale
Snippet from a Playboy
Scene from a la la land
Three dimension technique
To fully brainwash the masses
And deceive even the devil
Turn the page back
Relevant
His family ,bonny short members ,that was once on the ground walking lively,
Carrying jars of water and bunch of woods to keep their flesh warm and fresh , bones stronger than steel
Now ghosts they become after the collateral hate damage
Wandering, trudging
Waiting God’s hands to take revenge.
Media :
Irrelevant !!
Reality:
Not at all,Forsaken,accidentally-on-purpose
in your outlet,
Hunted they are ,
Butchered,
Devoured
In South Asia,
By Buddhist gangs
Their skin no longer tanned or up-to-date – birch white
They dress up
They dope up
They fuse in transparency
In nothingness
Blown
Strewn
Alleyways
Everywhere
Stay on the same page,
Zoom it till it occupies the room and read it dozen !
Relevant!!
The smashed fragments of the skulls atop the dirt,
The sharpened bamboo which used to beat victims of the collateral hate damage to the ground
Before drowning their still-twitching bodies in gasoline and setting fire to them alive.
A disgrace ,
A shame on the humanity ‘s forehead
Feel the trauma,
The shivering of their legs
The beauty of their shady skins and religious rituals
Which are debauched .
Feel the trauma,
Feel the shame
Twenty first century
Still gun machine
The current currency
Reaping souls
And burning green grass-growing of peace among ethnics
Try to steal a moment out of your busy schedule
To write on buses, walls,
The conflagration
Of their fleshy counterparts,
They wreak of death
Of smoke and vapor
The wretch of Security Council;
A quick short assembly ,condemns and rushes
To go nowhere – fast
They can’t see the red spot
But you can
When you wear the neutrality as a uniform .
