(From the shoes of an innocent civilian who is caught amidst the War)
And I Pray God
If there is one!
And I ask
Just only one!!
Abduction, Avalanche, Anarchy
Bomb, Blood, Bastion
Slaughter, Shell, Surrender
No food, No clear water
No shelter, No freedom
No Guarantee to be alive tomorrow
This is life in Sri Lanka
At the Northern Part.
They Say You are Free
And Democracy is only ‘Three’
‘Of’ the people
‘By’ the People
‘For’ the People
And I wonder
Whether they mean
“Off” the people
“Buy” the people
“Far” the people
Time ticked
Minutes become hours
Hours become Days
Days become Weeks
And now Weeks become months
Any change in our lives?
Outcry does not stop
Killing still continues
Artillery and Guns become fat
We, Civilians, become lean
Will there be a change in surrounding
Other than mere Sun rise and set,
Or, Moon wax and wane?
Who do we turn into?
Shameless creatures
Still Talking in cubicles
Trying to find solutions,
And Let us not disturb them
For ‘Our call’ is very unimportant!
None of ‘Them’ endorse Peace
Else, why would they have Army?
None of ‘Them’ believe in God
Else, how would they justify killing?
‘They’ all have one thing in Common
Lust for Land!
And ‘They’ always did
And ‘They’ always Will!!
Time has changed now
Here I am
Ready to die any moment
And I ask God
One thing.
Should I say One last thing?
And next time
When ‘You’ create the Universe
Will you please separate us from animals?
(a loud explosion)
