The revolutionary, so brave and true,
courage and strength, misconstrued
Pride, hope, their dreams are for us,
It's time we honor them, for their greatness and trust
The revolutionary, confident staring death in the face,
Grave their heart, their blood, their grace.
Constantly fighting for freedom and liberty,
It's time we honor them, for their bravery and loyalty
Our revolutionaries, who continue to fight for us all,
Their courage to stand, every injustice we must recall.
As we all know, the revolution will not be televised
Come join their fight for equality and justice
The most efficient way to honor their cause and fight for us
Don’t Forsake Me
An interview with a dying tree.
Annie Willow entered my office,
It surprised all of us.
At first glance,
You might think she had no chance.
I inquired to what she would bring,
Something to add, something with zing.
Her wilted leaves and branches,
Just cleared our expansions.
She spoke clear and concise,
I had to think twice.
Years of nurturing and encouraging
My sprouts to grow, is how I learned what I know.
I am great supervisor, A revolutionist,
Working and mentoring I do to subsist.
My credentials speak for me,
Even if I am a dying tree.
The True Revolutionist,
does not just organize and participate in protest,
nor do they necessarily engage in civil disobedience,
or even go to the extreme of out right violence.
The True Revolutionist,
until the very day they die never stops spreading awareness,
sometimes at their own peril and personal very great risk.
the wild can think of life also;
but wildly
a thief can think of life also;
but in stealing way
tyrant can think of rule also;
but in bloodthirsty mind
a cheater can think of life also;
but in deceiving scheme
revolutionist can think of freedom also;
but with a sanguinary fighting
yes, everyone can think;
but on own belief, culture, environment, and way
-July 03, 2019 Chattogram
They are religious;
revolutionist! rebellious,
They think they are righteous;
That’s why they are intolerable
If anyone, against of them, bubbles
They are wise also;
But in their fanatical sense!
They are conscientious also;
But in their fanatical following trance!
They are fanatical blind
On their path they make them unkind!
This is their belief;
They won’t be relief
from their fantasy myth!
-June 30, 2019 Chattogram
Light them up, the candles
in the halls of the monasteries
of your heart,
where the most humble go to pray
and sleep in your cozy breast,
like babies do when they see their mothers.
Light them up, those guns,
that conquer the egos of evil men,
and extinguish the young revolutionist,
who knows nothing more than to live.
Light them up, to the path
of a life worth living,
and not one worth dying.
When I opened my eyes, Mum’s love as my first sight
Those everlasting enjoys, Wrapped in a loving mist
laughing all with joys, Running to be a specialist
Unaware of the future ploys, of those so called sophist
Got to play with new toys, found it was so rhythmist
Thrill, adventure and killjoys, with the feelings of revolutionist
The day has come to deploy, proud to got shortlist
had a target to destroy, a country with our relativist
A heart’s true, pure, deep voice, somewhere it exist
A little internal noyes, saying not to be racist
The first victim were boys, those innocent civilist ,
Those blast of cries, oh how can I be such a demonist
A never ending sighs, hurt so much in the heart midst
The sad feeling why, coming to a mind of shootist
The last breathe of my, tears and pains with a tongue twist
Hey I don’t want to be the guy, who is named as a terrorist
Oh my God in the sky, do me a favor if you ever exist
I wanna spread the peace and joy, in my new life as a humanist
Hey I don’t wanna be that guy, who is named as a Terrorist
Hey I don’t wanna be that guy, who is named as a Terrorist
We need a change
Everybody needs a change
Authority means extra responsibility
Not selfishness and greediness
Ignorant and corrupt leadership
Like a band of evil soldiers in a warship
They kill, destroy and rob us
So we don’t like their friendship
Instead of prosperity
They create poverty
Beware of the beast
For you don’t know where it cometh from
Wither the west or the east
Either at mourn or at feast
Power is sweet
But why does it feel bitter
Life is sweet
But why can’t we live forever
We need a change
There must be a change
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