Poetry
A dawn with a difference
(Remembering Bangabandhu)
It was a dawn painted in black
When many a Brutus
Danced to the sound of gunfire
To perpetuate an unholy orgy
Amidst bloodied human corpse. Lo! Humanity lay sprawling
Yonder, on the staircase
In its mellowed innocence
To tell the heartrending tale
Of a crime most foul. Men soaked in blood rejoiced
At the command of their masters
But failed to fathom the heartbeats
of a nation, that was rock solid in resolve
To avenge the death of its liberator. This is a dawn with a difference
And the nation has waited too long;
It is payback time, no matter what,
To lift the weight off our chest
And banish the hyenas to oblivion.
When many a Brutus
Danced to the sound of gunfire
To perpetuate an unholy orgy
Amidst bloodied human corpse. Lo! Humanity lay sprawling
Yonder, on the staircase
In its mellowed innocence
To tell the heartrending tale
Of a crime most foul. Men soaked in blood rejoiced
At the command of their masters
But failed to fathom the heartbeats
of a nation, that was rock solid in resolve
To avenge the death of its liberator. This is a dawn with a difference
And the nation has waited too long;
It is payback time, no matter what,
To lift the weight off our chest
And banish the hyenas to oblivion.
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