THE MISSING GENERATION
“Are you sleeping?” asked the watchman of the night
And the Tamil said, ‘You must be misunderstanding my plight’
I walk as the dead man walking
While the stray dogs are barking
Frightened even to open my eyes
Knowing not what gruesome sights I would encounter.
“Are you not sleeping?” asked the watchman at dawn
And the Tamil said, ‘leave me alone, let me grieve and mourn’
In the morning, I shall rise up to wail for the dead and the un-dead.
“What’s the hour?” asked the watchman of the night
While pissing on the Guard post.
And the Tamil said, ‘Each hour, when you’re huffing and puffing,
I stay awake, missing the missing generation.’
And an old bard sang an irreverant ode to the watchman,
Which began something like this,
"Piss off!"
SL Police holding the pistol