LK INNOVATE

By Dr Lokman Khan

I pen my grief, in the silence of the night,
For the students who lost their lives,
In a troubled country, called Bangladesh.

Oh, Bangladesh, with wounds so deep,
Where grief has woven nights that weep,
The blood of youth, unjustly spilled,
By hands of power, cruelly willed.

My words seek to condemn,
The brutal force, the loss of young lives,
Whose dreams were crushed,
Of tyranny and ruthless hate.

And to the ones who justify
This heinous act, this grievous lie,
My spirit seethes with bitter fire,
I show my disgust and hatred.

To those who lost,
My heart reaches out to the families in pain,
My heart extends,
A solace that no word enough,
To families torn by sorrow’s sting,
My soul laments.

I hate you, power-hungry regime,
Your lust for power,
For shattering dreams,
For killing innocent children,
For every tear, for every life,
Your cruelty, your hunger for control,
Has left a void, a gaping hole.

But in the darkness, hope will rise,
For justice, for truth, we’ll strive.
The voices of the fallen will not be in vain,
Their memory will fuel our fight against the chain.

19 July 2024