A Warehouse Of Crimes Poem by Chan Mongol

A WAREHOUSE OF CRIMES
Poem by Chan Mongol
April 23 of 2022

They join in the Civil service admibistration;

They bribe to be posted in the land commission!

Those wickeds disregard people's properties;

To eat huge sums, chaotic issues they increase!

Everybody knows what an A.C land does with poor;

Complains and allegations don't work here anymore!

To lodge a complain the victim unsuccessfully tries;

Court system plays 30 years until a petitioner dies.

Notorious kids are selected to work thr civil service;

Wicked system in Bangladesh like countries!

Foreign money comes here to feed land officers;

Bloody diplomats don't know to make healthy guidelines.

Bangladesh is kidnapped by ruling officers;

Bring up grievances to tell against offenders!

Kick their asses and Immediately dismiss them;

People are voters, not those rascals who bring shame!

System and admins of the government are criminals and sick.

In tricks of mad people, sufferers are honest voters, the Public.

It is filled with vicious people and for them a warehouse.

Each wicked man cuts your wealth to pieces like a mouse.