He lost his head.
by Iftekhar Sayeed
Gallows humour keeps us sane
In Bangladesh. A country where we’ve lost
Our sanity. The obituary’s buried
In a corner of page 6, barely
3 by 2, under “Zilla News in Brief”,
Along with two road accidents, tornado....
A natural and regular affair,
I nearly missed it for the cricket games.
We pick these boys, democracy’s shock-troops,
When they are teenagers, full of ideas,
And send them out to capture polling-booths
And ballot-boxes; they help themselves to
Taxes from local businessmen; they take to drugs
To block out for short spells a life they know won’t last.