Haikal Mansor

The sun has set and the moon was high,
the 1982 Citizenship Law was kicked in and the Rohingya people were in sigh.
I, Haikal Mansor was born with my family in high,
not knowing the dark journey will draw nigh.
 
The sky with no star shines,
the people travel the long dark trek of journey in lines.
In the sheer darkness of the world in disgrace,
with eyes wide open, they wander with hearts in race and solace.
 
With no one dare to raise voice,
I hear noise,
and the eyes gleaming,
the devils come to haunt us,
we keep on the journey through darkness as such.