Requiem for Mahinda
A Retrospective
by Fr. Chandi Sinnathurai
Why, why
There’s a constant cry
Deep within my Mother-soil
Why, why
None will hear my cry
Droopy eyes and dragon flies
Why, why
The Kfir jets high
Killing innocents from the sky
Why, why
The “Quartets” ply
Rehearsing peace overture rather sly
Why, why
Hunger pains and bloodless veins
Razor wires and throttling chains
REFRAIN:
Faceless quislings’ betraying bows
Restless stray dogs milking cows
Torture camps and mass graves
Future scoffs at past slaves
Cross dressers in saffron robes
Half-closed eyes; long ear lobes.
Why, why
Wingless birds humming
Flightless rhymes
Word-smiths ‘n Jack boots
Formed today a spineless club
Why, why?
Don’t you cry…
The Laughing Buddha smiled
The day Mahinda died.
(The day conscience died)
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Dedicated to the memory of the 51 children who died in the aerial bombing of the Sri Lankan Air Force.
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