Mullacracy

Shoeb Chowdhury

 
Mullacracy’s clutches
Will no longer brandish
Their dominance
Scolding and all excesses
Will now end.

At the indulgence of bank fraudsters
Tied up with militants
At the outcry of repressed children
The roars and outrage of masses
Will devastate everything.

Culprits try to throw away
Father of the Nation’s sculpture
Into the river.
If they are patted on the back
They will grab the
Map of golden Bengal.

People poke fun at
Elderly leaders
Exuberance has diminished
Some call it Anjuman-E-Mofidul.

You are the apple of the masses’ eyes
Chuck away the mine of thieves
Wipe away the tears of cry
Eliminate the ignorant, fundamentalists
Hollow quarters
It’s all their flattery.


The poem first appeared in Daily Deshkal on
19 November 2020.