Do not stop bullet two statenent!

We are student society of Bangladesh. You want us, we want our brother. What injustice was ours. Why did the artisans of the world have to write their names in hellish violence. If asking for rights in the world is wrong then delete all human institutions. We have no language to speak, the language we had has been taken away. The answer to our language is being given with bullets today. Why the bullets were used to suppress the traitors. Today, they are emptying the bullets to the patriots holding the flag with their heads. Had he stood by this flag, he might have rebelled with the students. Perhaps only patriots can hear the language of his rebellion. So the bullet falls in front of the bomb or the tank, with the flag on the forehead. The history of this word is the history of our struggle. But the history of the present is the history of loud protest against injustice. A piece of history may cherish the whole world. But the melody of this cherished song is so narrow today that no common student could save it. Even if he can shake the chest of his world with his strong eyes, it seems to be pulling back in various narrowness. However, today's history is not narrowness, it is the history of student struggle. The history is not like the previous violence of Bangladesh. The language of this protest transcends caste, religion, or caste. Such words echo in the heart of every student today.
No one came to save us. A bullet cannot be stopped with two statements. Those who represent any organization, but they cannot avoid this liability. Again, you cannot stop the bullet with two statements.