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Politics In Bangladesh

Whoever comes to power Becomes somewhat dictator They don’t care about people’s demand It’s a hard fact in my dear motherland Most of them make black money And deposit in foreign banks But they pretend they are good people And the greatest think tanks They disgrace the political rivals Even if they are blameless No matter what; they want to remain in power They are so shameless When a new political party comes to power They abandon projects of the previous governments They change the nameplates of public institutions They give promotions to their obedient civil servants They dishonor national heroes To become heroes themselves They do more harm than good to the country They are like some wicked elves They go for pilgrimage with friends and family All their costs are met by the poor helpless country They travel far and wide to walk on red carpet And see new places The country is not benefitted from it In most of the cases They talk tall like they are doing everything they can While most of them are nothing but shadows of Satan

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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