How, How Much....? Poem by Adeeb AlFateh

The blood was very pure
The green grasses were childlike sure
The war brutally destroyed our war heroes and heroines
Thousands of peoples died
Thousands of mothers and sisters couldn't save their chastity
for this land, for the freedom of this land
This is our land, holy land, and motherland
We, the Bangladeshi,
The pure Bengali of world history
The pure Bengali on the holy lap of the earth

Who are they?
Who will give them nationality?
Who will give them back their state?
How much will the pure Bengali tolerate these peoples vulgarity?
………? ? ?