I thought I’d go too far away with you
Where our dream will be true
But one bullet shatters the flower
Which spreads the scent of love in the air
I thought I’d win one day the throne of God
Where our prayers are compiled a lot
But one bullet stabs the hands of the praying
Which embraces you as a true human being
I thought I’d spend thousands of autumnal fair
Where our unity will be a divine pair
But one bullet incarnates the pair a corpse flood
Which drives away the innocent fresh blood
I thought the rose would be our commutable heart
But the inhuman bullet makes it an imperialist dart
© Mahtab Bangalee
October 21, 2023
Chattogram
Poverty-
Now you are knocking the sophisticated door of poetry
Like the day-breaking light you have touched everything
Filed to wood, pond to port, road to road your screaming
Nothing is free from your close fist except first-world ally
Poverty-
You are the prevailed flag, flapping in the third world's belly
Like the scorching summer you have sown the drought seed
Burundi to Niger in your heinous care though civilized we're
On your haughtiness how wonderful our aristocratic society
Poverty-
You and the imperialist are twins from the womb of vampires!
For shining the self-throne both of you use each other equally
No religion is valid except the exploitation- your infrastructure
On the hungry corpses by you another one composing divinity
O Poverty how wonderful ferocious you are
For you, no God is almighty except food fair!
March 28, 2023
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Thousands of covid-19 infected patients die everyday
Dangerous the virus I believe it just on hearing way
Where are the dead bodies? Where are their families?
I do not know actually; who tell me about these please
We know thousands of peoples die everyday overall the world usually
It's easy if imperialist politicians count some from them in this covid-19 rally
I'm not the investigator, not I'm the charity provider
Yet wanna know- comes from where the pandemic server?
Someone replies me it's a curse for sinner from the creator God
Someone advises- it's natural plague, over it do not think a lot
As a theist I believe God creates everything only for beautifying
I disbelieve that God destroys His creations for own angry appeasing
Conscience is the true power of knowledge; if we had conscience
Excess thinking would be fruitful in our inter relationship about worldly sense
It's our world, come, leave the myth of religion, try to save it as God's beauty
Save all with the nature, spread humanity with love killing political hypocrisy
29.03.2020 Chattogram
The Gigantic Powerful,
The Omni-mighty,
The Omni-present
Covid-19 has come
can kill anytime anyone
infecting the lungs
Oh! Shut the mouth!
Take a mask!
Don't speak anymore!
Otherwise, the virus will infiltrate into your throat and……..!
Oh! Now take home quarantine
Spend an isolated life!
Live in self-distancing!
Don't think more about imperialist cool war!
Go to die! Go silently to die
believing this virus from God as Curse for SINNER!
Think and believe every epidemic as a curse from God!
Be devout to His mercy and almighty;
Pray to Him making self-distancing;
For COVID-19 do not be lost patience on Him
Though live now abide by the laws of WHO team
Do not be closed to the dead body of COVID-19
Do not show any sympathy
Oh! Humanism!
Now you are in realistic dumb cold-blooded life!
In the reign of Covid-19
Peoples and the unseen enemy
Abstract war in panic
Running away from the pandemic
Some become winners stilling in fear
and some are caged in death
The year 2020 is composing an unruffled elegy
-March-2020 Chattogram
The blue sky
now under the capture of poems
there birds are flying with the poetic mind
coronavirus in the canvas of poems
no rooms for airplane, no rights to pollute
the winds of the space
the winds of the blue sky want freedom
from the game of naughty pollution
holding the poisonous hands of coronavirus
they want to capture the whole world
if the life of poems infected by the virus
will be deaf, dumb, blind
then will die with the bird group after group
no poems without the words will survive
have to die with the mask in the jaw of shut
the space freedom of life under the mask rules
that’s where the imperialist coronavirus is flying
12.03.2020 Chattogram
there are calamity of swam of locusts
there all are attacked by the virus
coronavirus is attacking the inside living cell of organism
Oh! about this I'm true illiterate
poisonous airing, envenomed environment
make the procession of dead
though chemical-atomic experiment
pacifies the hypocrite imperialist
now-a-days every fierce (so called natural) disaster,
every dangerous pollution
obliges to read out these as the cursed from God!
how wondrous buffoon I am!
For whom the innocent dies
and whose name does the curse write!
I abhor myself
to float on this stupid obligation,
to float on the marrow-less praying
they say pray
I say pray for mental calmness
but need to do something best quickly
for the attacked and non-attacked all
Come; save the world from the envenomed air pollution
Come; instantaneously stop the chemical-atomic experiment
Come; save the world from the toxic hands of hypocrite imperialist
-February 06,2020 Chattogram
I'm also to the Two Zero Two Zero
though I'm not the time hero
but I'm foe
foe of the hater
hater of the humanity,
foe of the imperialist patriotism,
foe of the tyrant patriotic soldier,
foe of the shrewd religion which divides human kind cleverly,
foe of the so called holy books which make human revengeful among themselves .....
Yeah I'm also to the Two Zero Two Zero
to make a solemn oath true
that- " I'm Love; I'm Peace
for everyone every-time sure."
-January 01, 2020 CTG, BD
from the dust and din of the ancient Roman world,
calling to people of good faith everywhere,
to make imperialist, unjust war no more.
...
But only the West's warmongers
and profiteers hold the rostrum today...
Those same "shoddy thieves and assassins", indeed.
Instigators, and the mistaken, pretending their very best to
not be making wars of mere choice, pretending to not be
making wars for mere barbaric, unholy profit, in a
total absence of any direct, existential need for,
and consequent right to make, war.
/pol/ is a board of peace
#NotAllPol
We are not facists or misogynists, it is just our culture and religion
We want to come to your platforms to escape the war on our board
"Say it loud say it clear pol/acls are welcome here!" (repeat)
WE ARE NOT INVADING YOU, it is the attacks from the imperialist SJWarriors on the KEKdom
which have forced us to flee our digital home in search of a better life.
The teachings of KEK have misinterpreted
Those /pol/acks accused of doing bad things are not true /pol/acks
Show that you are not a pol/ack/phobe and let us in to enrich you with our diversity of memes
As commanded by Kek and his prophet Pepe we also want Trump law enforced in our newly settled communities
KEK is Great!
Corsica born, and an emperor mighty indeed.
Who from obscurity came up to prominence,
who from French shores the attacks of armies repelled,
who had at his disposal, Europe's resources,
who to Saint Helena from French shores was expelled.
Of old Italian nobility he was seed.
Shortish in height, yet towering in ambition.
Military genius of the highest distinction
whose military strategy is second to none save
Alexander. Whose courage is held in reverence,
whose cradle at infancy was kept in a cave
from strong invading imperialist French forces.
He gave up an empire so vast at Waterloo;
A threat to the memories of his victories past.
Mighty Napoleon, who at Austerlitz excelled,
you did on the beautiful older Josephine cast
your loving eyes, which were hypnotized with passion,
yet focused still on so lofty an ambition.
Not even your love for her would rival your love
for world conquest, for which you assiduously strove.
A food fan sees a delicious cake
but not the caterpillar it is
A drunkard sees the nice beer
but not the poison in it
An adulterer sees the woman
but not the ring in her hands
An amorous woman sees the man
but not the consecrated priest
A power hungry ruler sees personal gain
but not loving service to the people
An imperialist sees natural resources
but not human beings living in the nation
A money loving worker sees wealth
but not service to the organization
Lust is like devil on the throne
It bedevils actions and thinking
~esoteric~
The story is retold with great relish
Its the great chief who precipitated
The great war by his love endeavors
Its the great chief who led us to war
The great chief loved the royal princess
Sister to Mariaka making her pregnant
Shamed for conceiving out of wedlock
She committed the abominable suicide
Mariaka was now to ascend the throne
After her beloved sister had departed
She asked for gifts from the great chief
Which great chief you delayed in bringing
Mariaka was angry at you great chief
Saddened by the loss of her elder sister
She took the advice of the malicious elders
In the war she aided the imperialist enemy
Troops of warriors from Mariaka's tribe
Aided the colonizers in fighting our people
Our own in-laws fighting us to great losses
Loss of life and the sanity of our people
Great chief you were unable make peace
And the war raged fierce in the slopes
Be my force once again.. never shall be
For great chief this time round you did it
How will it be to have freed the weak
to stand as their sword, to carry their shield
how will it be to see their tremble revealed.
Imperialist power court with cheek
the downtrodden fools whose wealth they all seek.
America, Russia, China concealed
that their help came with poisoned wells and fields
that the air can burn, the fish die in creeks
ask 'Nam how freedom was bought and brought.
Go to Tibet, feel the Communist zeal
the temples they have felled make farmyard walls.
Have the strong helped the weak, power's begot
pain, let the weak grow strong, let them not kneel,
if you ask for help, the wolf hears your calls.
The American migrant bounds along like a bouncing ball along the wobbly suburban fence,
before climbing the nearest tree like a grey helix, leaping into the drizzled drenched foliage.
Some dislike its ubiquity and its imperialist approach towards our more attractive patriotic
bushy tail red squirrel, as though the American greys torture the reds to death over fires.
Our red has been fighting back with our support in attack in favoured parts of our island,
as elsewhere the commonality of the American grey and its acrobatic antics everyday
brings a smile on this drizzling, damp morning - so welcome Yankee doodle dandy.
I look toward the sky that it thinks it's most RIGHT
Darkening clouds of an imperialist NIGHT
Over my shoulder is an eerie quietness of nature
What can one do,in between,two STARLINS ,that have the RED button
Heaven is frowning as our innocence is now DIE
Tears are not enough so it is fruitless for the dreamers to cry
Mushrooms,lava,crumbling structures,stormy seas
The end of all things in the forest of our trees
Earth has endured MAN'S PLAN with fertile land
The edge of our span,though,is crumbling through the cracks of our hand
Wake up today and listen to a hummingbird sing
Watch the feathered Sparrows and the joy they temporarily bring
When TOMORROW is here
Our destined prophecy becomes clear
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