By Anjil Sardar
Plenty of years it has been now Errors by terrors , we have seen how But time after time , ounce by ounce We have seen the skin , turn black from brown We shaped a mass to rain the hound They sold the pride and beat the ground Like a day in a year Like Gestapo in February Straight , curley, coily hairs and trimmed , flooding the streets being people's regime A sight to see a place to be A word to seek to say Girls and boys with flags and toys To desmostrate the black house reality To plead their mouth To hate their shout Like a funeral , crate we seen Like Gestapo in February Not the ones who see the fun In front of your tv , but time run As it's time , to check the pulse of time In time of worse , it stays bit long In time of bliss never discovered Such blood on street Those lashes like beasts Those words , who heard Like Gestapo in February
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“Here [West Bengal, India] the ruling government are fascists; no job , no factory, employment scarcity , criminal syndicates , and a list of other criminal activities are going on On a protest march held on this year’s February lead by the student’s wings of communist party of India ( Marxist) and other left student wings organisations in a very peaceful manner . The march started from College Street in Kolkata heading towards our chief minister’s office . On the way her (our CM’s) police charged baton in such a way that some students and youths died , some went missing . I was there in the march . This protest march I related with the march on April in Germany Which is famously known as the white rose movement, when Germany was under Adolf Hitler . That was a blood shed too.” – Anjil Sardar
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