She lay back in her badly engineered chair,
Twiddling her tasbih,
Armed to the teeth,
With Liberalism, Secularism
and Intersectional Feminism
Playing Ludo, Monopoly and Doom
With Dokhol level set to maximum overkill.
She was getting borenoid,
Bored with being paranoid and annoyed.
The Decade of Dumbocracy had taken its toll
and the adoring film the minions had made for her legacy was shit.
There was a roar of hyenalike laughter from the drawing room,
The opposition had just launched another meme,
Via the US Embassy in Dhaka.
Had Agartala come early?
"Think before you act violently, your country depends on it"
Urged the most violent white supremacy settler state we knew of.
Digital Security Act 1 Scene 2
The room is littered with case files and motorcycle helmets,
The data heads have been working on a vote allocation algorithm,
Based on social media surveillance, party records and the holiday calendars of different global players.
It is a state-of-the-art Arab dictator-proof end-to-end solution.
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27.12.18
29.8.17
Anthem of Participatory Genocide for the Border Guards of Digital Bangladesh
Border Guards Bangladesh,
Pilkhana decapitated, gutted and rebooted you,
and Shapla Chottor completed that reformat,
You protect the borders of the Bengali nationalist mind,
A very small perimeter, I understand,
Bloody, stupid, civilisationaly mutilating.
Not just for yourselves, and your unfortunate progeny.
But for us who share the same air, soil and blood.
The Tulip and the Aunt be Damned.
Run, fight, survive and thrive Rohingya.
Bear witness against your "Bengali" sister and brother
On that day when colonial pretension,
and government pension,
Will count for nought.
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16.4.15
Tuliberation
A vote for Tulip
Is a vote for Hasina's brutal dictatorship.
She who spoke in the capacity of that state.
Now feigns innocence and ignorance
The Labour fake.
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A vote for Tulip,
Is not a little respite from austerity,
It is a shot in the arm,
For the one party state of Bangladesh
That massacres its Officers,
Workers and Protesters,
With bullets, rubble and lies.
A vote for Tulip,
Is not a vote for parochial concern,
For Hampstead and Kilburn,
But a dodgy dossier all of its own.
There's a Brown Girl In the Ring
Tra lala la la
There's a Brown Girl In the Ring
Tra la lala lala
There's a Brown Girl In the Ring
Tra la lala la.
It looks like Labour knows they're dumb.
A vote for Tulip,
Is a vote for STOPKONY,
Asif Zardari and Chemical Ali,
Their worst qualities, all rolled into one.
Try to resist the left white liberal moronarchist drum.
With thought for those in desh at the end of the gun
A vote for Tulip
Plays Labour's BAME game
Which helps keep us lame.
Didn't Sadiq Khan's dirty tricks
During last year's Tower Hamlets theatrix
Give you your fix?
A vote for Tulip
Is a banana to Macaulay's monkeys
An apple Macaulay's donkeys
A promotion to Macaulay's flunkies,
and a five year Freedom Pass to Macaulay's junkies.
A vote for Tulip,
Is a vote for an actual Trojan Horse,
Who will say anything to get you on side,
Just a shot of Pussy Riot pride,
'I challenged Vladimir Putin on Gay rights'
Raaaaight.
Our votes, Our words, Our song and our hearings on Tulip,
Are generative, not at all foolish.
May we raise the game
Of Action and Creation.
Fundamental transnational Chetona destabilisation.
We, the fundamentally undermined, hereby give notice,
Of our absence and rejection,
Of this political coronation,
We affirm the value and dignity of lives in Bangladesh.
With our resistance,
6.4.15
Tulipvangilism
Political Fact
Or not.
It is from the head
That we rot.
Or not.
It is from the head
That we rot.
There is no such thing
As Original Sin,
It's the conscious spin,
With unnaccountable transnational ring,
That makes this Political Fact detestable.
As Original Sin,
It's the conscious spin,
With unnaccountable transnational ring,
That makes this Political Fact detestable.
A not entirely unattractive prospect
Politically, quotically, such trickery.
Female, Asian and Muslim
A White Liberal's wet dream
On Hampstead and Kilburn hallowed grounds.
Politically, quotically, such trickery.
Female, Asian and Muslim
A White Liberal's wet dream
On Hampstead and Kilburn hallowed grounds.
The British establishment
Has always had
A soft spot for
A South Asian dynasty
Has always had
A soft spot for
A South Asian dynasty
Six years down the long game,
The return into autocracy,
Is clearer to us.
Like watching an implosion in reverse.
The return into autocracy,
Is clearer to us.
Like watching an implosion in reverse.
The first move was the boldest one,
Mutually beneficial to both partners,
On each side of the border.
Mutually beneficial to both partners,
On each side of the border.
Lights camera action.
With socialist blusher,
A sepoy's revolt.
Sends dissent through the Bangladesh Rifles,
With socialist blusher,
A sepoy's revolt.
Sends dissent through the Bangladesh Rifles,
A blusher to mask
Assassination's marks.
The first powerplay of the session.
Assassination's marks.
The first powerplay of the session.
Roll on 2013,
At the court of Putin,
On a mission for a fission reactor,
Stockpiles of small arms,
Dipu Moni's small charms.
Not what I would call a
"two second private meeting".
At the court of Putin,
On a mission for a fission reactor,
Stockpiles of small arms,
Dipu Moni's small charms.
Not what I would call a
"two second private meeting".
Meritocrats argue
While tonight the meritorious await death,
And the mediocre and privileged await election.
While tonight the meritorious await death,
And the mediocre and privileged await election.
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24.7.14
Sabir Mustafa's selfie with Sheikh Hasina
The one thing you can rely on from a broad section of deshis, is their vanity.
Below is an exhibit of one of those bits of Facebook ephemera that tell us a story of how sycophancy works among a certain circle of people in Bangladesh. It is a photograph and comment stream from the BBC World Service Bengali Editor Sabir Mustafa with Prime Minister of Bangladesh. It was taken at the London Hilton on Park Lane in the early afternoon of 23rd July 2014, where Hasina is staying with a retinue of 56 people to attend David Cameron's Girl Summit on FGM and early marriage.
FGM, which is what the papers have made a bit deal about, is not an issue in Bangladesh, but I guess she was required as some kind of senior ethnic presence, to pose for the camera like a good moderate Muslim woman awaiting a gallant white man to rescue her. Her car was reportedly pelted with shoes leaving Downing Street.
Its all pretty pathetic really, I would really have liked to have seen a section of decolonial protest register their disapproval of Hasina and her regime in a significant, dignified and more creative way. Hasina's Information Minister Hasanul Huq Inu was egged some months ago, and it was very meaningful but could have been so much more. This Saturday's demonstration for Palestine passes close by the hotel, and the Tarawih prayers at the Qatari-Mayfair mosque are on the doorstep.
It is an indictment of the arabcentric and feebleness of deshward activism amongst our generation in the UK, that this illegitimate regime's officials and securocrats, with blood on their hands, can to and fro from Dhaka to London without any hindrance.
Midnight waaz anybody? Maybe next time.
Both Hasina and Mustafa have been instrumental in the manipulation of the fascistic mood and the production of unfreedom in Bangladesh, where a sham government rules and opposition expression and mobilisation remains suppressed and the fear of poverty still immobilises the middle class.
The monument of this period in Bangladesh's near history is the massacre and cover up of unarmed protesters on 5th-6th May 2013. This unfolded under Hasina's watch, by Dhaka Met Police Commissioner Benazir Ahmed's hand and was rendered away by Sabir Mustafa's white privileged pen.
It is interesting that Sabir Mustafa posts a lot about Palestine, but does not see the resemblance between what he and his female selfie partner do and what the Israeli state is up to.
The ideology and kitsch culture of Jionijom, more so than Climate Change, remains the biggest threat to life, love and civilisation in the space we call Bangladesh.
Here's to growing out of it.
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