Dr. Yunus’ Flame (Second Republic’s Call)

Lyrics
We’re the spark in the textbook, the ink turned to fire
Quotas cracked like old statues—we’re the youth choir!
From silent screens to screaming streets, we’re rewriting the game
Yunus holds no scepter—just a Nobel heart aflame!
“Rise, rise, Second Republic eyes!
Monsters fled, the throne’s in pieces—
Students, farmers, we’re the new leases!
Yunus walks, we BUILD the dream—
Tear the past at every seam!”
Oh Bangladesh, feel our tide!
Second Republic’s burning bright!
No more shadows, no more chains
Yunus’ interim—WE BREATHE GAINS!
From Padma’s pulse to Cox’s sands
We’re the future in these hands!
Second Republic, hear our roar—
CORRUPTION DIES, HOPE’S AT THE DOOR!
You left us hollow halls, a system half-dead
But we’re the surgeons of justice—scalpel words we’ve bled!
Your “war-hero” scams drowned in our monsoon rain
Yunus plants the sapling—WE’RE THE FOREST YOU CAN’T CHAIN!
Leader: “Who’s the match?”
Crowd: “WE LIGHT THE FIRE!”
Leader: “Who’s the wall?”
Crowd: “WE BREAK THE TYRANT’S SPIRE!”
Leader: “Whose dawn?”
Crowd: “SECOND REPUBLIC’S HOUR!”
Leader: “Whose power?”
Crowd: “STUDENT. YOUTH. OUR POWER!”
To the wolves who sold our skies for gold
We’re the storm your greed can’t hold!
Yunus’ flag flies where your lies fell—
SECOND REPUBLIC’S BANGLADESH WILL REBEL!
Oh Bangladesh, feel our tide!
Second Republic’s burning bright!
No more shadows, no more chains
Yunus’ interim—WE BREATHE GAINS!
From Padma’s pulse to Cox’s sands
We’re the future in these hands!
Second Republic, hear our roar—
CORRUPTION DIES, HOPE’S AT THE DOOR!
You left us hollow halls, a system half-dead
But we’re the surgeons of justice—scalpel words we’ve bled!
Your “war-hero” scams drowned in our monsoon rain
Yunus plants the sapling—WE’RE THE FOREST YOU CAN’T CHAIN!
Leader: “Who’s the match?”
Crowd: “WE LIGHT THE FIRE!”
Leader: “Who’s the wall?”
Crowd: “WE BREAK THE TYRANT’S SPIRE!”
Leader: “Whose dawn?”
Crowd: “SECOND REPUBLIC’S HOUR!”
Leader: “Whose power?”
Crowd: “STUDENT. YOUTH. OUR POWER!”
To the wolves who sold our skies for gold
We’re the storm your greed can’t hold!
Yunus’ flag flies where your lies fell—
SECOND REPUBLIC’S BANGLADESH WILL REBEL!
Oh Bangladesh, feel our tide!
Second Republic’s burning bright!
No more shadows, no more chains
Yunus’ interim—WE BREATHE GAINS!
From Padma’s pulse to Cox’s sands
We’re the future in these hands!
Second Republic, hear our roar—
CORRUPTION DIES, HOPE’S AT THE DOOR!
To the wolves who sold our skies for gold
We’re the storm your greed can’t hold!
Yunus’ flag flies where your lies fell—
SECOND REPUBLIC’S BANGLADESH WILL REBEL!
Oh Bangladesh, feel our tide!
Second Republic’s burning bright!
No more shadows, no more chains
SECOND REPUBLIC’S BANGLADESH WILL GO!
Written By
Abu Sayed
Date
March 7, 2025 at 5:40 AM