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Saturday, July 2, 2016

BANGLADESH, BANGLADESH

Only the words of a "Great" poet can defend our sadness:

SONG OF BANGLADESH 
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Bangladesh, Bangladesh 
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 
When the sun sinks in the west
 
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
The story of Bangladesh 
Is an ancient one again made fresh
 
By blind men who carry out commmands
 
Which flow out of the laws upon which nation stands
 
Which is to sacrifice a people for a land
Bangladesh, Bangladesh 
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 
When the sun sinks in the west
 
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
Once again we stand aside 
And watch the families crucified
 
See a teenage mother's vacant eyes
 
As she watches her feeble baby try
 
To fight the monsoon rains and the cholera flies
And the students at the university 
Asleep at night quite peacefully
 
The soldiers came and shot them in their beds
 
And terror took the dorm awakening shrieks of dread
 
And silent frozen forms and pillows drenched in red
Bangladesh, Bangladesh 
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 
When the sun sinks in the west
 
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
Did you read about the army officer's plea 
For donor's blood? It was given willingly
 
By boys who took the needles in their veins
 
And from their bodies every drop of blood was drained
 
No time to comprehend and there was little pain
And so the story of Bangladesh 
Is an ancient one again made fresh
 
By all who carry out commands
 
Which flow out of the laws upon which nations stand
 
Which say to sacrifice a people for a land

Bangladesh, Bangladesh 
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
 
When the sun sinks in the west
 
Die a million people of the Bangladesh

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