The Rohingya Aid Workers
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The Rohingya Aid Workers
Ro Mayyu Ali
RB Poem
June 13, 2017
Being the victims for themselves
Surviving in a modern Ghetto
They those who support others
Braving tremendous dangers
At risk in greater orders
Whoever the needy is,
Their hands never discriminate.
And never give up even for
The hurdle of capital-based promotions
They work hard for the well-being of their entire multicultural community
For their least-developed Northern Rakhine State
In the offices,
They work together with diverse colleagues
But nothing fades away their team spirits.
Having the sense of 'One Humanity'
An expert sits in front of the car
And some of them with other colleagues
Take seats in the middle
And at the back, some tools of their activities
And they head to field
To distribute the aids to victims
They often have to hold an extra identity
It's called Form-4 by term locally.
The driver stops the car reluctantly.
They have to get off the car
To be under the check up of authority
In out posts of the security
"Why is my body checked?
Even it has a heart to save many lives!
Why my back-bag is checked?
Even it has tools to cure many lives!"
And they get on again
Having the approval of entry
For soon, they turn to their philosophy.
Then the expert see them back
With a round of empathy
"Are you okay?" by saying!
Then they come back to their conscience.
And bear a hard smile for their off faces
And ever continue their humanitarian journey
In a very strong sense of commitment
Just rebuilding others' lives and dignities
The poet is a Rohingya. He depicts, in his poetry the feeling of Rohingya humanitarian workers how they face difficulties and restrictions in out posts of the security forces in Northern Rakhine State.
