“We Are Not Stateless”

We are not stateless,
We were not born as refugees
We belong to a land, called Arakan,
The land where our hearts still stay.

No one has the right to call us stateless.
You may call us, what we truly are,
The people of golden Arakan,
Our homeland, our heartbeat.

Calling us stateless,
Makes us hopeless,
We are Rohingya, born in Arakan,
And as Rohingya, we shall remain.

We had a life in Arakan,
Just like yours,
Homes, fields, families,
Peace and purpose,
But they took all from us.

We once had freedom,
We once had peace.
We lived in harmony
With dignity and adore.

We never wished to flee our land,
But the fire of hatred drove us away,
Systematic genocide,
Discrimination each day.


Roshidullah Kyaw Naing
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(Date: 29/05/2025)