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M Hasan
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Living in a corporate world Isn’t that bad after all For everything has a brand here An attractive logo An almighty CEO and His battalion of executives With shining shoes and suits As attractive as those legendary gods And always busy in their holy…
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About Me:
"Staying 'here' is the most difficult I find
Being me is the hardest I see.."

Professionally a systems engineer, working and staying in Dhaka, with love for all the beauty that human being creates and those they destroy mindlessly. Involved with group theater, literary publication, little mags and above all the activities to help each other.
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Love the mystics & love the realists: Rabindranath Tagore, Jalaluddin Rumi, Leo Tolstoy, Pablo Neruda, Walt Whitman, Kahlil Gibran, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Maxim Gorky, Bertolt Brecht, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, John Steinbeck, Mahsweta Devi, and many more...

ESTADIO CHILE

ESTADIO CHILE

We are 5,000 — here in this little part of the city
We are 5,000 — how many more will there be?
In the whole city, and in the country 10,000 hands
Which could seed the fields, make run the factories.
How much humanity — now with hunger, pain, panic and terror?

There are six of us — lost in space among the stars,
One dead, one beaten like I never believed a human could be so beaten.
The other four wanting to leave all the terror,
One leaping into space, other beating their heads against the wall
All with gazes fixed on death.

The military carry out their plans with precision;
Blood is medals for them, Slaughter is the badge of heroism.
Oh my God — is this the world you created?
Was it for this, the seven days, of amazement and toil?

The blood of companero Presidente is stronger than bombs
Is stronger than machine guns.
O you song, you come out so badly when I must sing — the terror!
What I see I never saw. What I have felt, and what I feel must come out!
"Hara brotar el momento! Hara brotar el momento!"

Words by

Victor Jara (1973) Musical setting by Pete Seeger (1974)

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Myth Of The Planet Incorporated

Living in a corporate world
Isn’t that bad after all
For everything has a brand here
An attractive logo
An almighty CEO and
His battalion of executives
With shining shoes and suits
As attractive as those legendary gods
And always busy in their holy pursuits
In fast cars or airplanes or ships
They have surely won over
The land and air and the sea
With the help of an Army
Armed with lethal weapons and artillery
From north to south and east to west
Market, market and market
Endless sales to make
Pr… Continue

Posted on December 1, 2009 at 10:15pm —

M Hasan

Untitled

"With darkness aggressive all around
A tree still grows towards the light
And through the obstacles of stones and sands
It's roots will reach the water deep beneath..."

Posted on February 22, 2009 at 2:02am — 4 Comments

M Hasan

Rebirth

Rebirth

Towards the soldiers guarding the capital worldwide

You were not born with a rifle I guess
Perhaps you have long forgotten
The uniform you put on your body
Is not exactly your skin
I can't see your hair
For they are always covered
With a metal helmet
Hard and ugly
And those heavy boots
That never notices
The earth under your feet

And they keep telling you
How vital are all these
For you are a soldier
Guarding your land from enemy
And they give you all the bullets
You nee… Continue

Posted on February 16, 2009 at 2:30am —

M Hasan

THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND

I wonder how perfectly this old classic American folk song describes the agony of Palestinian people or distressed people all over the world

THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
words and music by Woody Guthrie

(Chorus)
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made… Continue

Posted on February 16, 2009 at 12:30am —

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At 12:08am on March 1, 2009, ko shin, Bob Hanson said…
sorry, I guess I did not realize in reading your note to me, I was on your page. Many thanks, just and old monk in the woods. I think I will hit the hay as they say....peace ko shin
At 11:57pm on February 28, 2009, ko shin, Bob Hanson said…
I did not see the above messages thanks
At 11:57pm on February 28, 2009, ko shin, Bob Hanson said…
Thanks You are right on. The period of meditation I often call just a time of silence, it is amazing what you hear when you are quiet...be compassionate and thank you for being my friend on the Poets for human rights. Can you send me a poem you have created, listen to your muse peace ko shin, Bob
 
 

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