ALIVE IN THE HELL

ALIVE IN THE HELL
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When I am eating delicious food
In an air-conditioned room,
You are desperately lying hungry
On the roadside under the sun.

When I am puffing my belly,
You are groaning mute
To ease your pain.
Then I say to you " I love you"
Would you believe me?

When you ask "Bread",
I curse you "Beast",
When you ask "Shelter"
I kick out your "Ass",
Then I say to you " I love you"
Would you believe me?

No Hope, No Future
Where to go, Where to stay, not certain,
You are just a Gypsy Dog,
You die or starve at roadside,
It is not my business.
You just eat the bone and you survive,
You are just the "Refugee",
You are the man of "No Country".

You better go to "HELL"
Instead of "UNHCR".

I have a degree
And I am a doctor,
But I will not give you prescription,
I am the lawyer and the officer,
But I will not advocate you.
Then I say to you " I love you"
Would you believe me?

I have a big mouth and stomach,
I stuff everything to my belly
Like the frog at the early monsoon season
Making a big sound, crying very loudly,
Then I sleep in the ground till the rain,
I enjoy my life underneath the earth,
It indeed is my abode,
The abode indeed is "The HELL"
I am King of the HELL,
"Alive In The Hell"

(Arakan Roma)
Saturday - May 12, 2001 on the 5th Day of Hunger Strike
In Salute to the Hunger Strikers in front of UNHCR office, New Delhi, India.