We; the people of Bangladesh are sold.
The puppet sold our teen-
Youth-
Student-
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Vagabond like me, you find everywhere in Bangladesh
I have nothing to do, except punk thought and restless
And now I found a crow in the street, -
O crow, do you know the definition of revolution?
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Oh boy, now you will see the jugglery
Ana Ana Ana
Don't withdraw your attention, an elephant flies in the blue sky.
Ana Ana Ana
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"You are Hindu and you cast your vote for a fixed political party
You wanna know, all of you are burden for us"- guess the comment
Or ask -who says that? A fox or a hyena? In canvas it was a student.
Don't you think, the ghost of liberation war rises from revolution?
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One day we will meet together, -in the avenue or a rally
Blooming emotion will create a common goal- "Joy bangla"
One day we will meet together in front of the skeleton
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It was their foot-print, - killing people brutally
To scare the people who want freedom,
Can we forget the brutality of Pakistani army and
The collaborators -Razakar, Al-bodor, Al-shams.
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Don't you think, we are color blind?
Truly blind, when you ask us - which
Side you'll choose? - Either liberation war or
Being Pro-Pakistani. What did you think, we don't bother.
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'It's amazing, meticulously designed thing'-
The legman's brilliant speech is echoing
On the false and biased media,
Let the dog dance in street shamelessly.
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What you did, can you undo?
Read the newspaper, we are waiting for Donald lu.
Time is running out
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Murderous democracy
Silent and listen the whisper
The bastard wind's whisper-
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It all of a suspense. The reform- you may define
The preservation of all human rights, -it was a dream.
Our dream, - a country with no discrimination
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I know all of you are sober and gentleman
I know all of you are brave man
I know; now you declared yourselves as free
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Still we have hope, no matter what we have to pay
The dark time will disappear, impossible-don't say.
No matter how far we have to go and the death toll
No matter how we will face the batty's roll
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Though the dark mask masking our face
It means nothing to our race.
Yes, we are Bengali: Bangladeshi
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The heart worming slogan, -'Who you are?
Who we are?
Collaborator
Collaborator'.
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The blue sky
A shower of rain,
Along with a pack of assess
Makes one's heart bleeding
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Wake up, wake up
My friends
Don't turn the stone.
Motherland needs you
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Our law and order is very much good
Says who?
The banned terrorist outfit.
The teachers are in good shape
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I am Bangladeshi. Occupation- An Agriculture consultant. Married and having two daughters.)
Merchant's Mart
We; the people of Bangladesh are sold.
The puppet sold our teen-
Youth-
Student-
Politicians.
The journalists, the so called civil society are also sold.
We sold our inner voice, judgment-
And what we gaind through our independence.
From our past, the sound of laughter is echoing
And the ghost of Lord Clive is emerging.
The puppet master and his puppet are now playing
with the fortune of our people.
They don't bother
They don't care
What will happen in Bangladesh.
And the puppet master: the America doesn't think twice
To change the regime of a country
For their secret strategy.
In the marchant's mart we sold our independence
Under the lucrative name, - the revolation.