The Silenced Voices
by Naw Cheni Thein

On 1 February, Myanmar’s military seized power from its civilian government, leading to a series of mass protests that show no signs of stopping.
Among the protests were thousands of healthcare workers who walked out, leading to a collapse in the healthcare system and throwing Myanmar’s vaccination and testing response into chaos.
— Tsoi and Myint, 2021
Civil Disobedience Movement (CDM) Chaotic Deadly Murder
have you seen an apocalypse not in a movie but on the streets outside your window have you smelled the air of a chaos tamed by the weapons of armed soldiers have you heard of the silenced screams of the medical workers who were also civilians amongst civilians have you tasted the blood of either of these two murderers—COVID and Coup
have you seen, smelled, heard, or tasted a chaotic deadly murder?
could you see the blue empty cylinders lining up outside of oxygen factories could you smell the vacant hospital rooms that were badly needed by the 280,000 people outside that building could you hear the agony of those praying for their families in front of these factories and Yay Way cemetery could you taste the bitterness in their tears
could you see, smell, hear, or taste the chaotic deadly murder?
did you see the uniformed servicemen funneling oxygen from the public to military hospitals did you smell the fear of patients and families desperately in need of air in their lungs did you hear the it’s like we have to choose the best way to die cry did you taste the horror of a sick daughter whose mother died a few days after breathing the air she brought back from the prison
did you see, smell, hear, or taste the chaotic deadly murder?
will they see the sun rise over the ancient plains of Bagan will they smell the golden-yellow Padauk blossoms on the day of Thingyan will they hear the roosters crow from the chicken coop in the backyard will they taste the sweet and juicy diamond mangoes
will they see, smell, hear, or taste ever again?
Source: Grace Tsoi and Moe Myint. “Covid and a coup: The double crisis pushing Myanmar to the brink.” BBC News, 29 July 2021, https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-57993930
One morning in February, Mi Hser, a mother and a kindergarten teacher, witnessed four deaths and forty injuries at her school in the southeastern Karenni State’s Demoso township. “She blamed herself for not doing enough.”
Mi Htoo Htoo, another mother from the same village, lost her son two weeks before his 14th birthday. Through tears, she says, “He’s still alive in my mind.”
—J and Fishbein, 2024
To My Dear Child
My dear child,
May the cloud never flood your sky
but the sun, the rainbow.
May the rubbles turn into
raindrops that soothe your soul.
My dear child,
May you never walk amongst your nightmares
but a green pasture, a haven.
May the cool breeze that touches your skin
takes away your recollection.
My dear child,
May you always be in your church clothes
and live forever in my mind.
May your siblings be able to sing again
with hearts full of joy.
My dear child,
May the sounds you echo
never be frightened screams but laughters.
May your happiness never disappear
and your wounded spirit soon recovers.
Source: Esther J and Emily Fishbein. “Scarred by war, Myanmar children ‘cannot live the life they used to have.’” Al Jazeera, 27 May 2024.
There’s no place like home
I hopped on my Uber
after being cancelled by the first.
He was the thirteenth person
to ask me from the rearview mirror.
Where is home? The Golden Land.
Golden Land? He was the first person
who didn’t need the
It’s beside Thailand or China.
Do you believe in Allah?
I knew where this conversation was headed.
I know your home, your country
because my brothers and sisters
are being tortured and displaced,
forced into camps or exile
in YOUR country.
His thick accent slit my throat
but I wasn’t sure if I were to blame for,
but I sure was living my best life
until I myself was dictated,
forced out of my home that I knew
There’s no place like home.
“The Rohingya belong—as full citizens.”
don’t you think? I do.
In fact, “that should put us to shame”
that more people are pushed into
“taking dangerous sea journeys.”
Deep in my mind, I prayed
he knew I was punished for my ignorance,
that I no longer belong as a full citizen—no one does.
I wish I could have told him that
There’s no place like home.
I opened the door, then closed it gently.
I tipped him the amount that popped up
on the corner right of my phone screen
so he didn’t think I was
one of those stingy bald men
who didn’t want to share the land, the water,
not even the air with
his brothers and sister who believed
There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.
because for some people,
There’s no place like home.
Source: Vibhu Mishra. “Rohingya plight in Myanmar, a ‘test for humanity.’” United Nations, 30 September 2025.
- Naw Cheni Thein is an international graduate student from Myanmar, studying creative writing at the University of Missouri–Kansas City. Though new to poetry, she is passionate about exploring the human experience through writing. Her dream is to preserve stories and history through literature, especially those connected to her homeland.
- Email: ctftt@umkc.edu
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