Good Bye Love
2013's socio-politico in Bangladesh.
Good bye Love -
Good morning - so called Politics,
You won the match with your
confusing theory of Economics.
And the fools who are tagged as citizens
And the leaders whose name are in televisions,
And the Rights which is hilarious,
And the God, who is superstitious,
And again your beautiful blame,
“We are Human, but have no shame.”
We are half-naked Democrats.
Good bye Love -
Good noon - Butcher Capitalist
You won the vagina of freedom
But we are afraid of naming you Rapist;
And the labors who are fried
By the sake of salary and the poverty to hide,
And the agents who are clown,
Try to satisfy you, but you frown,
And the brokers who suck the Blood -
Fresh– Rotten– Spilled– Dropped–
or stored frozen or mixed mud;
The Blood - is that sacred today?
Good bye Love -
Good afternoon - Oh! Mr. Law!
People neglect you, but you munch them in our Jaw
And the victims who are criminals in your justice,
And the criminals who are your Gala Night Celebrities,
And the lawyers who play with your trap
And the Judge who are trapped in your puzzled Map,
And the witness and the others of the case -
“Case cannot be dismissed, it only can be raised.”
The case - that kills my Love.
Good bye Love -
Good evening - Dr. Society,
Instead of Dr. Revolution, You lift your wife “Mrs. Anxiety”,
You fired Mr. Safety and hired Miss Conspiracy
The unity commission is banned by the leaflet of fallacy;
And you opened your Ears, but made people mouth Lock -
You discriminate whatever, You isolate who talk,
You, where I live with the History of Sun;
You, where My Love is grave and from where I return;
Oh! Society - who purchased Gold Fish Memory for you?
Good bye and Good night
My love and my friends
I am on the way to Holy War
Meet you soon at the end.
To the 2013's socio-politico environment which grasp our many lives unnecessarily.
