Arrr! In the wake o' the gub'ment's fall, the wee folk be callin' foul, gettin' blamed like scurvy dogs!
2024-08-17
Arrr, matey! In the month of November, the land o’ Bangladesh be settin’ sail for fresh elections, seekin’ a new captain to steer the ship, for the last prime minister be takin’ to the seas, scared of the ruckus from the crew! Avast, what a sight!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather ‘round fer a tale o' woe from the shores o' Bangladesh, where members o' the minority folk be shiverin' in their boots after the great ship o' government sank, leavin’ 'em to face the fury o' the storm! Yarr, they be speakin’ under false names, hidin’ from a vengeful tide.Since the fall o' the Hasina regime, the land be a-hummin’ with violence, as homes, temples, and businesses belonging to the Hindus, Buddhists, and Christians be burnin’ like cannon fodder! Sathya, a Hindu from Chittagong, claims they be the poor souls blamed for every ill wind blowin’ through the land, while others reckon it be a “lesser evil” compared to past tyrannies.
Even the Ahmadiya sect o' Muslims be caught in the crosshairs, called “heretics” by the ragin’ Sunni majority! Pirates be plunderin’ what they can, and the law? Ha! It be as absent as a scallywag on a deserted isle! And amidst the chaos, a whisper rises: why does the world turn a blind eye while these good folk suffer?
With new elections on the horizon, student sailors be chartin’ a course fer a new party to steer their ship clear of tyranny, hopin’ to bring calm to their stormy seas. Aye, they be dreamin’ of a realm where no black-hearted autocrat can return! So raise yer tankards to Bangladesh, may their sails find fair winds ahead!