Silence Of Gu Dar Pyin

Silence hovers over Gu Dar Pyin
The kind death brings
When machine guns
Hush human beings with bullets
And take down innocence 
By the bushel.

Lips choosing sides shut in shock
Before a game of chinlone
Noor Kadir and friends
Could ever play
Instead a field paved the way
For no one to outrun.

The Myanmar village
Turned into a mass grave
Bullets flew fast as bee stings
Days later, Kadir
Recognized friends only by
Shorts and shoes.

Murder applied in acid and lies
Insures no one sees faces
Rohingya Muslims or
Anybody worth fitting
Inside those mass graves
Unable to hide all the death.

Copyright © 2018 Charles Edward York
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