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Rizwanul Islam Rudra

Bangladesh
Tuesday, September 5, 2006

Give Me Drugs, I Will Give You The Darkest Earth!

Give me drugs, I will give you the darkest earth!
Give me armors, I will make the world warmth!
You can not stop me with your honest hands
You will not able to destroy me like white ducks.
I know you are the most merciful creator
You are love maker
You are rain starter
When you wave yours hands-rain falls in our land
We get foods by your kindness
Sometimes we become astonish to see
Your sense of humors.
When I was a little child-
Some terrorists had killed my father
Who was the only earning member
Of our family.
My mother became a prostitute
And soon she lost her identity!
I often listened her hertiest songs
I often tried to understand her feelings
But you (The God) didn't give us peace
Just like the blue seas.
And then I became young
I also joined in a Gang
And tried to destroy all my broken dreams
My father's death, mother's breath;
But I could not forget my past
For this reason I love drugs
When I take drugs-
My mind becomes innocent
I get the taste of heavens!
Only forgetting my past
My heart is now burst.
I am a bad man
I am a serial killer
I am a drug addict person
I am a mother fucker!
Give me drugs, I will give you the darkest earth!
Give me armors, I will make the world warmth!
Rizwanul Islam Rudra
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