Burning Burma
Far, far away
The land of Burma burns
Huts drenched in oil
Ashes of babies mixed with soot
Their screams drowned in the flames
Tan-skinned children
Their eyes void of life
Accepting the inhumanity
The world wants to help
But the woman never allows it
She sends them away
Fearing she’ll lose her place
And so the land burns
Mostly
The world watches
Sees the gunshot wounds
Ripping bellies
But never acts
Remaining as silent
As the women huddled closely together
In the hut set ablaze
Unspeakable crimes, people do not speak
Sufferers weeping endlessly
Wrinkles deep-rooted in their foreheads
Inhaling the fumes
While Burma burns
I really like how you used the repetition of "Burma burns". It really shows the significance and central idea of your poem.
ReplyDeleteI love how you used a poem to call attention to something the rest of the world is ignoring. I also liked how you used enjambment on the important lines.
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