As we stroll
Uncertain
Towards a future
Countless doors have opened
But uncertainty creates fear
Crushing down
In deadly waves of cruelty
We swim
Swim till our last breath
You, who is feeding on the
misfortune of others
You have no right
To steal.
Your preys
Are the silent survivors
Of the wild
Invincible
With every tragedy
Fallen upon us
One fortune
Has risen
Yet
We fall
In despair
We forget one hope
Is better than
No hope
How do we become
Strong in unity
When media
Is filled with deceiving
Images
You watch the clouds evaporate ignorance
Own teacups which pours hatred
And plant seeds of injustice
Misleading voices
Echoing endlessly
But
Few are aware
Of the catastrophe
Left and right
While others are suffocating
Themselves with delusions
Why do we dress up like the divine being
When we bleed like mortals?
What fool have made them
Think infinite pleasure
Of hurting exist?
There are many reasons for me
As a refugee to disappear
But I am not your enemy
Refugees will never be
Your enemy
Isn’t it terrifying
What they could
Do to you
When their horns become
Sharp
Expecting to get away
With inhumane acts
Oh how silly of them
This shall be forever
Crystal clear
Every single living soul
Deserves the right to walk
Without fear
To love without fear
Every single breathing soul
Deserves the right to
Be proud of their
Colours
To follow their faiths
And shine in harmony
Never harm
For that there is
Consequences
It may be now
Or in the near
Future
The lies cannot be hidden
Forever
The truth cannot be hidden
Forever
Leaders of the world
YOU DO NOT PUNISH
Those who are different
Those who have crossed boarders
On their bare feet for the safety
Of their little ones
Those who were forced
To flee their sweet motherland
Those with
Desperate journeys
Across the sees
Away from lawless acts
And discriminatory violence
Corrupted people
With power
Let’s not
Resort to trickery
Irrationality
Will one day
Surround emptiness
Pride
Will one day
Swallow the money
That drained humanity
And now to the best of your abilities
guarantee
An ending without frauds
And we shall
All be free
From burdens
Of
Self-centred
Mistakes.
Original poetry by Asma Nayim Ullah presented at STARTTS 11th Refugee Ball and Fundraiser, Friday 1 November at the Hyatt Regency Sydney.
Asma Nayim Ullah is 16 years old and currently in the first term of year 12. A Rohingyan refugee from Myanmar who came by boat in 2013 at the age of 10, she recently began writing poetry to cope with trauma.
STARTTS (NSW Service for the Treatment and Rehabilitation of Torture and Trauma Survivors) is a non-profit affiliated health and human rights organisation leading the way in refugee trauma rehabilitation.
STARTTS services include individual counselling and psychotherapy, group therapy and activities, psychiatric assessment, body-focussed therapies and complementary medicine, specialist programs for children and young people and cutting-edge approaches to treat the impact of trauma on the brain.
The annual Refugee Ball has established itself over the past decade as a key event in the social calendar of the multicultural and community services sector in Australia, every year raising vital funds for and awareness of the work that STARTTS does to assist people who have survived torture and trauma.
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