The Surprise Of The Deceived Poem by Razu Ahmed Mamun

O battle-weary scoundrel
O hot-headed flippant,
Deception is full of your intentions
When the veneer of justice and revolution falls away...

When comes out the naked disfigured look

From the tongue in lock lock of the new looter
Old anti-robbery speech

Anti-fascist slogans from fascist mouths

In the name of peace, the murderous militant face, the rage of murder and the joy of killing
A strange grammar of murder descends on the township.

Like the mournful cry of a Sufi, hurled at the brick and wood of a broken shrine, then-
The hope of the foolish people has become a sigh
It fades away forever...

Those who hope to live a little better
He went down the street with fisted hands
In the slogan 'change' 'change'-
In your fuel; those people-
Forget all old grievances
 Seeing in amazement - your face is full of deception!