Question to Civilization

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‎How long will we stand, civilization?

‎On the verge of being swept away

‎Existence is dissolving

‎The color of blood is losing its color

‎The title of a monster in the body of humanity

‎A vague painful poem on the lips
‎A field of teardrops in the eyes
‎Fire is writing the history of chemical evolution
‎I don’t want a crown, a precious stone;
‎I want the soil under my feet
‎I want the sunrise in my muscles
‎I want to be human once again.
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‎How much more waiting, silence?
‎Many skies under the painted sky
‎The sea within the sea, the river within the river
‎Something else within the human being.
‎Continuous skyfall like snowfall
‎Bloodfall instead of waterfall
‎Instead of a heartbeat, gunpowder beats
‎There is no water in the clouds, but blood
‎The number of murders is a sign of arrogance
‎Know that religion does not die, people die.
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Mesfakus Salahin is from Bangladesh.