Bangladesh the Birth of a Nation Epilogue

Fate has finally caught up with their war crimes And their memories now recall those bloodied times The women they raped and the children they killed The freedom fighters they tortured and the dread they instilled These were their countrymen, their brothers, their kin Heady with power and to the devil akin Tried by the courts and now condemned to die The noose is finally tightening, their final moments nigh Following the mayhem, Bangladesh rose like the phoenix And we followed with bated breath the traumatic experience The times, they are not a changing, Dylan should now agree When demented regimes repeatedly run amok, there is no place to flee