It is not a war poem;
Nor is it a poem of peace
When the rehabilitated carder
By drawing a gigantic MR cutout speaks.
On the Monday’s paper following the week
The Panel Report was made to leak,
“An exhibition of artwork by the rehabilitated”,
Under the photograph is stated.
The metropolis floods with rain
And the walls are in an assortment of posters aimed
At what the Secretary General claimed
Were war crimes of uncertain times.
“Yanki Ban-Ki” is asked does he have no sense of shame?
Of where ashes lie in suppressed rest
And silence and batoned consent are best
The “vest” of the West to light the flame?
To try the President who united the nation:
For whom Mahawamsa has given
3 golden chapters? The army who wielded the tommy weapon
Alongside the charter of the United Nations? In the absence of
The Tamil; or the LTTE?