Here is an ode to those of our brother nation
The men and women of Chittagong, the men and women of Dhaka
The men and women of Sylhet and the men and women of Comilla
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Do you hear the silent voices of our cousins?
The malnourished bodies of the children of those who try
To call the quits and deny those their birth right?
The concept of jus solis, the title of the land
The title of which they must bear
Yet, their birth right is not present
The evictions of our brothers and sisters in Myanmar
How we do we stay, what voice shall we give to them
Shall we protest against this cause? We must, in order to do
so
Accede to the procession of heavenly rapture
Sing, let us sing a hymn
To the silent voices of the Rohyinga
Let us consider them and for fight their rights
Do not call for quits, we must go on
Jus solis, let them have it oh Myanmar
Our neighbour, let them have their right
Act, pressure, boycott do whatever we must
To force Myanmar to consider them
As their own, they have barely done nothing
Why do you wish to support the majority
And not care about those who are your own
Do not reject them, they may be related to us
But they wish to stay in what they consider
Their motherland, we their distant kin shall support them
Fight forth, fight forth and help us, oh ye social media
Do not bear the qualms and do your job
And let us spread this message
To help our distant kin, resettle and claim
What is theirs and unite with their motherland
