To the allies of our oppressors:
You ruined our liberty,
Left our olive groves empty,
Made humanity a hollow entity
By providing bombs and shells for cruelty.
Shattered, after waking up from a dream,
Badly bruised souls make a silent scream.
No food to eat, no water to drink,
Lives are about to sink.
No children are here to play,
In our Al-Aqsa Mosque, we can pray.
To the oppressors:
You know deep down in your hearts,
Never was our land yours.
Verily, you will endure gruesome pain,
Tears of mothers won go in vain.
Remember, we don fear death
You can stifle our firm faiths breath.
To our so-called allies:
Your mere protests echo like mockery,
Your disintegration makes us weary.
Those who don behold our plight,
May not behold heaven in sight.
Those who dare to remain silent,
May condemned on the day of judgment.
The poet is student BA (Honors) 3rd Year, Department of English, University of Dhaka
