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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=372585" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Merchant of Dhaka</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can't make money without the factory that cremates the workers alive.<br>And by the time you piled and filled your coffers with TAKA<br>You decided to treat the workers as creatures to be used and their bodies mutilated to reap Dollars<br>Your greed becomes far-reaching.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who are 'they', these eponymous? <br>Anonymous, charred bodies<br>Who worked relentlessly to bring a huge sum of foreign money from far and wide to make you filthy rich? <br>It is difficult to be more specific than to say<br>They are the life-line of your industry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are related by labour to 'you, the clothing merchant'.<br>And those workers have to be cremated alive! Some workers have<br>To be burnt alive in the shrinking hole of hell that you call 'FACTORY! '<br>And they just happen to be standing about <br>Like fireflies on a dark, dark night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She (the female charred body) is, in short, one of many<br>Of means to an end, that end being to enlarge your ravenous tummy<br>The production machineries<br>And to make you prosper and chubbier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The inhuman working condition, the lowest of wages in the world, <br>The sexual harassment, the physical torture and mutilation, the absence of everything human, <br>All these singularities help you pile profits on profits; <br>You can't make a mountain of riches<br>Without mutilating their bodies, <br>All of them in one enclosed hole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if versions of the story, the complete<br>Valency of the tragedy is to be believed<br>You can't make mountains full of riches without curtailing and telling<br>At the very least their life span and quite possibly<br>An imaginary cock and bull story.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A charred female body speaks <br>To accuse you<br>You can't, You can't, You can't.<br>That charred female body may actually have witnessed the carnage with one hundred and twenty one co-workers the final mutilation of their human bodies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They may have wished to confirm -<br>You can't make money without the factory<br>That cremates the workers alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outside the carnage where a few gathers to find the familiar faces of fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers<br>You are crying your own loss: 'O, my TAKA. O. My TAKA'; <br>Someone is going to provide 'duty of care' to your TAKA lost<br>Assuring you that your money won't be lost<br>Would be recovered from the ashes of numbers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dr+Khairul+Chowdhury">Dr Khairul Chowdhury</a><div class=q>
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