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Tale of Every Stateless Migrant: Refugee Untold

PALONG KHALI, BANGLADESH - OCTOBER 16: An elderly man who collapsed is carried to a medical facility as thousands of Rohingya refugees fleeing from Myanmar sit along a muddy rice field after crossing the border near Palang Khali, Cox's Bazar, Bangladesh. Around 536,000 Rohingya Muslims have fled Myanmar since Aug. 25, Rohingya refugees have fled into Bangladesh since late August during the outbreak of violence in Rakhine state causing a humanitarian crisis in the region with continued challenges for aid agencies. (Photo by Paula Bronstein/Getty Images)

Some kill us here while the others kick us from there,
But nobody ever stops to understand our despair.

Assaulting us like unwanted, thrashing and raping our kind
They burned down our homes, Why is everyone so ignorant and blind?

We are not here for your life, job or resources,
So stop scaring us with your forces.

Persecuted for no reason, we are barely living,
Existing as burden, is this the role we’ve been given.

We already lost everything back at our home,
My cousins, my daughter, dad and my mom.

Atleast tell us our fault, for which we are dying,
You possibly can’t be a devil who enjoys prying.

You already took away our family, peace and rights,
Please spare us with the hope of better days and nights.

No one is even bothered for our security and immunity,
They just bolster their agenda and wash their hands from pogrom impurity.

We don’t want your service or the so-called  pity,
Just let us live with our liberty and dignity.

They look at us with suspicious eyes as if we are born to be this way,
Why does nobody want us? Do you want us? Somebody say!

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