When They Took Our Silence For Granted Poem by shuvo chakraborty

They took our silence for granted against all ill doings nevertheless
In disguise of people angels through decades
And threw some booties they robbed from us.
Legion of devils under witch inspiration
Enjoying the unholy nectar of hapless blood
Trampling all dissents and protests with darkest rage.
Like the mischievous tyrants past in history page
Propelling still the nasty stratagems to hide the misdeeds
In frail hope to suppress the ugliest sins.
Oh! my poor fellow generation under grave threat
For being consumed by the nasty embrace of demon
In masque of tender face with hands folded,
It is apt moment to tear the stapled disguise
For bringing the fountain of evils head before heavy justice
To lessen our dangers imminent and restoring prerogatives.
Pull out the demon from the fashioned cave
With iron hands and poweress of lion gesture
Laying a stone heavy before the sinning brook.