Tayi
by Fr Chandi Sinnathurai
Haunted and hunted
There she lies in her mother soil
Knifed in the back…
Her blood spills on the ground
Murdered for the crime
Of being born a Thamil Tayi
She falls kissing the soil
Alone; alone she dies
In the hands of the mob
It’s neither the gun nor the knife
It's racism that took her life!
She might be…
Someone’s mother or a sister
Or someone’s belovéd wife
She could even be a motherless child
But one thing for sure;
She’s a Thamil Tayi.
Alone; in the midst of the crowd she dies
In the hands of racist cries
As a nameless Tayi
For the world at large
She’s another fatality
A faceless “number”
In the nameless statistics
Just another Human rights breach
Which is better not talked about
Because she is not part of
“The power bloc”
Hypocrisy’s mental block!
As she lies in her blood
She speaks to the world
Strips them bare naked;
Shames their corrupt conscience
Mocks the sold out “intellectuals”
And screwed up wordsmiths
Bought over for a mere 30 pieces of silver
Human rights! Human wrongs!
By her death silence…
She teaches the world
NOT to keep quiet
About the plight of the
Eelam Thamils
She lies in her mother soil
As a nameless Thamil Tayi
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