Dear Ezajur,
I am sure most of us like your song very much. Why not encourage the Film Directors and Producers to make at least one Film/Documentary on Corruption and put this song on it.
All the Best.
Shahidur.
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From: alochona@yahoogroups.com on behalf of Ezajur Rahman
Sent: Mon 4/7/2008 4:18 PM
To: alochona@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [ALOCHONA] Masters of Corruption
Dear Alochoks
The great American singer Bob Dylan wrote a classic protest song back in the 60s called 'Masters of War'.
Its sentiment is just as relevant today.
Nowadays I tend to reframe this classic as I listen to it - to me I hear 'Masters of Corruption'.
Here is my attempt at reframing it.
Regards
Ezajur Rahman
Masters Of Corruption
Come you masters of corruption
You that build all the deals
You that build the dirty bribes
You that build the big scams
You that hide behind politics
You that hide behind patriotism
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But talk to exploit
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a hammer in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the bits of broken bricks fly
Like Mir Jafar of old
You lie and deceive
A world class leader you are
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You make all the meals
For the criminals to feast
Then you sit back and watch
When your new building climbs higher
You hide in your words
As old people's sweat
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to hope for a future
In a righteous Bangladesh
For threatening our hopes
Our love and our dreams
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Allah would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness?
Do you think that it could?
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And that your death will come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand upon your grave
Until I'm sure that you're dead
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