Second Tsunami

by P. J.

"The international community was kept away from the truth, if the subtle destruction of our homeland prior to 26 December 2004 could be defined as tsunami one, for the Tamil people the tragedy that struck on 26 December is just another tsunami, the second tsunami," ĖPirabhakaran, Thamil Eelam National Leader

A calm lingering quietness,

The beautiful romance of silence,

Cool misty breeze on the seashore,

Undiscovered solitude, the awe of nature.

Towering trees touch the cloudy skies,

Swaying in the wind, I close my eyes,

Refreshing rain, endless waves crashing in,

Acupuncture from pin pricks on smooth soft skin.

 

The oceanís white noise seeps through one ear and flows out the other,

With each wave, sand pipers scuttle and wings flutter,

But this perfect morning is too quiet, too calm,

'Cause something is stirring, 'cause something is wrong.

As fishermen gather nets and head for the sea,

As joyous children skip stones and dance on the beach,

As mothers tie shoes, and brush their childrenís tangled hair,

As families set out to shrines and churches for prayer.

 

Sudden surprise, second tsunami,

Sri Lanka shaken, second tsunami,

Swirling stormy skies, second tsunami,

Siblings suffer, second tsunami.

 

Incomprehensible mass devastation,

Never before, a similar situation,

Only trauma, left within our children,

As nature devastated an already fragile nation.

 

On December twenty-sixth,

A towering tsunami hit,

Reducing homes to bits,

Left with broken bricks.

 

Snatching away children,

Smashing them against trees,

Left without food and clothing,

Left without their families.

 

See the international community is knowledgeless and biased,

So we have to grassroot this bit or my people will be left with twigs,

Have you ever tried to build shelter from twigs and dinner from berries, man?

Five hundred thousand displaced and thereís only one Swiss Family Robinson.

 

Double dimensioned hold, paper cut from double fold,

The people of the NorthEast sliced by a double-edged sword,

Tsunami and monsoon leaviní families sick, starviní and cold,

Pray to the Lord for a fix, instead he tightens the cord.

 

Swirling stormy skies, second tsunami,

Siblings suffer, second tsunami,

Silent screams, second tsunami,

Shelters shattered, second tsunami.

 

Unthinkable mass devastation,

One authority failed and escalated the situation,

Only terror, left within our children,

As nature devastated an already broken nation.

 

Where was the government,

Why did they flee?

Left again for the people,

Chaos and anarchy.

Food and supplies for children,

Specifically for the NorthEast,

Stopped and rerouted,

Back to the majority.

 

The tables have turned now, as you can clearly see,

Whoís the better government, the GOSL or the LTTE?

Who was more organized and completed tasks efficiently?

Who caused more pandemonium than monkeys on amphetamines?

 

While the TRO was busy building and setting up childrenís homes,

Sri Lankan Army personnel marching around and setting fire to Ďem,

Few crimes in the world surpass the story that I will tell,

Of the sexual assault of a school boy, and attempt to throw his body in a well.

 

Sudden surprise, second tsunami,

Sri Lanka shaken, second tsunami,

Silent screams, second tsunami,

Shelters shattered, second tsunami.

 

Unthinkable mass devastation,

Only one authority took control of the situation,

Only trauma, left within our children,

As nature devastated an already fragile nation.

 

Try to picture in your mind,

The truth thatís told,

Take the place of this boy,

Iíll let the emotions unfold.

 

Slashed genitals, bite marks, beaten unconscious,

Left to die in an abandoned well,

Rescued by villagers,

And placed in a hospital.

 

Soldiers rescued by a naval chief before they could be punished,

Shouldíve been lynched and killed, you just donít do that to kids,

Ignored, closed, unexposed by the authority,

Brings to me, old memories, of the story of Krishanthi and family.

 

But the god-forsaken tragedy continues as we move down south to Galle,

Where tsunami-orphaned girls sympathized by all,

Were taken, may I add, forcibly, into the woods by the Sri Lankan Army,

Unheard, muffled screams as they were brutally raped against trees.

 

Swirling stormy skies, second tsunami,

Siblings suffer, second tsunami,

Sadness surfaced, second tsunami,

Screams suppressed, second tsunami.

 

Unimaginable mass devastation,

The authority focused on child rape instead of the situation,

Only terror, left within our children,

As nature devastated an already broken nation.

 

GOSL imposed duties,

On tsunami relief supplies,

Government workers pointlessly,

Eye the cargo thatís immobilized.

 

Canít flow, cause NGOs,

Canít move it any further, (or is it farther?)

It canít get to the NorthEast,

Let alone leave the harbor.

 

Chandrika babbling about adopting a Tamil orphan,

An act of the heart, of love, of sympathy,

Seriously, cut it, you want to show sincerity,

Five words - let the funds flow freely.

 

And now, the final act that pulls out the lynchpin,

Sri Lankan army support of the assassination of Kousalyan,

He was a player for peace, they have fractured the white camelís back,

The blow will be remembered and can never be taken back.

 

Sri Lanka shaken, second tsunami,

Siblings suffer, second tsunami,

Screams suppressed, second tsunami,

Siblings suffer, second tsunami.

 

They tried to take advantage of the situation,

So now we must take control of this situation,

As we suffer from a second tsunami, a lesson is learned,

Separation is inevitable from this backward nation.

 

Here are links to the song itself:

High Quality Version: http://mracer.info/prem/Second%20Tsunami.mp3

Low Quality Version: http://mracer.info/prem/Second%20Tsunami%20(low%20quality).mp3

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Posted June 18, 2005