Sayeed Abubakar (21 September 1972 / Jessore / Bangladesh)
A Song of the Oily Men
We only want to oil the heads of the oily men.
We have no oil for those who have no oil at all.
You, the owners and traders of oil,
are our relatives and friends only-
we want to declare it again and again.
But those who are poor and beggars,
who are going to embrace Death very soon,
are none to us and they have no value on earth.
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