When Vigneswaran succumbed

To assassin bullets

The freedom-cry echoed in the Triangle mountain.

It was one of many

Bullet-ridden bodies:

Innocent civilians, citizens,

Unprotected lovers of liberty.

Abruptly cut short, brutally snatched away

In the middle of a sentence

Almost like a semicolon in our

Liberative history.

When 600,000 humans

Are left to starve in Yarlpannam

Under monsoon rains

Sick with hunger pains

Children have no milk to suck

And you feel like swearing the rhyming word…

Even medicines are blocked

In this state-manufactured famine

Designed to kill on a mass scale!

Call it a “catastrophe” if you will,

But for the Rulers of the land

Its just an apostrophe in their

History of oppression.

When thousands are trapped

In the Vaharai jungles

While Kfir jets keep testing

Newly purchased bombs

Dismembered, disfigured, decapitated

Women, children, men

Civilians, citizens…Human beings

Who bloody cares? They say.

Tamil lives for heaven sakes!

Its all just an inverted comma

In the footnotes of “history”.

The question is:

Who will call it an halt?

Who will say enough is enough!

Who will put an end to this genocide?

This ain’t no time for pious clichés and press statements

Pin-striped hand shakes and Pink-tissue sympathies

What we need is our honor and dignity and freedom.

Its time we said – Honestly.

It’s FULL STOP for Gautama Buddha’s sake!

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