Hai Savar! Hai Savar!
Hai Karbala! ! Hai Karbala! !
Hai savar! Hai savar!
Keyamot! Keyamot!
Life! Terror! Death! Anguish! Dead Body! !
Crying! ! Tears of Blood! !
Counting, Waiting!
Dead bodies speaking
And the living are dead!
They died for us to live on their corpse, blood and bones!
Come and join the dinner.
Our host Sohel Rana is with his friends around the table
Giggling and smiling
Nice smells coming from the roasted corpses of the workers burned alive, killed alive, buried alive.
And chief guest Prime Minister is in the table
Home Minister, Law Minister and all the mouthy ministers are also their
To have their full share.
Lets serve the dinner!
Time is running out-
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