The Rohingya poets gathered here for the first time in English hold a mirror to the light for the rest of humanity, flashing their poems of misery and warning from the genocidal zone and refugee camp of Cox\'s Bazaar.
There is brilliance in here - John Kinsella.
These poems have no alternative but to speak out, they are from a crisis that must be addressed. - Carolyn Forch I Am a Rohingya implores the world to listen to the spirit of a people who have experienced some of the worst human rights abuses on the planet.
Let the world not be quiet, let the world listen to these poems.
They write from a dire present to a possible future, wondering in their peril if the world outside was too quiet to hear them.
These are poems that begin with the fragrance on the bird\'s handkerchief and end by walking among the mass graves.
Their songs are more accurate than news reports for word of the plight of the most oppressed.
The Rohingya poets gathered here for the first time in English hold a mirror to the light for the rest of humanity, flashing their poems of misery and warning from the genocidal zone and refugee camp of Cox\'s Bazaar
