By Dr Lokman Khan
In the shadows of July-August’s night,
In Bangladesh, where innocence took flight,
I will hate those bastards for the rest of my days,
For the children they silenced in such cruel ways.
Their laughter, their dreams, now echoes in the past,
Stolen by hands that moved so fast.
I will hate those who justify this pain,
In the name of politics, so twisted, so vain.
Their words, like poison, spread deceit,
Trying to mask the blood on the street.
But truth stands tall, and memories remain,
Of the children lost, and the endless pain.
For every tear, for every cry,
For the futures lost beneath the sky,
I will hate those bastards, forevermore,
And those who defend them, at their core.
19 August 2024
LK INNOVATE 
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