Rohingya Crisis In Myanmar

In Myanmar’s heart, where shadows fall, The Rohingya cry, unheard by all. Their homes are burned, their lives undone, Chased from their land beneath the sun. Through mountains high and rivers wide, They flee with fear, nowhere to hide. Their voices drowned in silent pleas, A people torn by cruel decrees. Exiled in camps with dreams on hold, A legacy of pain, so young and old. But in their hearts, a hope remains, For justice, peace, to end the chains.