Bunker Turned Conscience.!!
The traces of war
Though completely erased
from the riverbeds of mannar to nandik sea
Still
is filled with the quiet moan
of women ruthlessly
killed by war.
The pain of those
who took their last breath
staring at the sky
as gunshots pierced through their body
Is still there
The land still
Carries the plight of those
Who died
With no last rituals
No rites
Blown bland exploded and torn into pieces and became one with the soil.
Still the land
stands with the history where
kids and adults were
pathetically killed as blood gushed out from bodies due to gunshots
and poisonous gases.
This is a land where
Open Bunkers became
Closed cemetries.
Cluster bombers
Phosphorus bombs
deadly weaopns.
Unabe to run having lost organs
Abandoned until the last minute
the soul cried and died
the memories of which
still lay filled here
This is a land that has stories of
thousands and thousands of our souls
Where the kibir struck gunshots
Burnt and shattered bodies which
got buried deep in the soil.
This is the land which carries the tales of dead ....
Those who died of hunger
Struggling dire hard and
those tired of running
slept within a minute
By death.
This country has grief-striken stories of
Toddlers
who waited for food got betrayed and killed by shells thrown.
The kid having lost its mother so innocent
not crying was killed too
drink ing its chest flown blood.
We have a history so regretful
Where even the hands
that waved white flags
were trapped sheepishly and brutally killed.
This is a desolate land of
People who lost their mothers
Their father
Their children
Their kith and kin and
This is a desolate land.
Today
Having removed entire traces of war
Structural beautification
The rich well built roads
Scene of beaming growth
The war pictures falsified
Such is the pain filled history of ours
It is not just the lives of people
that is completely erased
But
The conscience of the entire world
Placed in a bunker
Joining hands
Where an ethnic group was revengefully destructed.
Thanks Dr: Kayal S
Though completely erased
from the riverbeds of mannar to nandik sea
Still
is filled with the quiet moan
of women ruthlessly
killed by war.
The pain of those
who took their last breath
staring at the sky
as gunshots pierced through their body
Is still there
The land still
Carries the plight of those
Who died
With no last rituals
No rites
Blown bland exploded and torn into pieces and became one with the soil.
Still the land
stands with the history where
kids and adults were
pathetically killed as blood gushed out from bodies due to gunshots
and poisonous gases.
This is a land where
Open Bunkers became
Closed cemetries.
Cluster bombers
Phosphorus bombs
deadly weaopns.
Unabe to run having lost organs
Abandoned until the last minute
the soul cried and died
the memories of which
still lay filled here
This is a land that has stories of
thousands and thousands of our souls
Where the kibir struck gunshots
Burnt and shattered bodies which
got buried deep in the soil.
This is the land which carries the tales of dead ....
Those who died of hunger
Struggling dire hard and
those tired of running
slept within a minute
By death.
This country has grief-striken stories of
Toddlers
who waited for food got betrayed and killed by shells thrown.
The kid having lost its mother so innocent
not crying was killed too
drink ing its chest flown blood.
We have a history so regretful
Where even the hands
that waved white flags
were trapped sheepishly and brutally killed.
This is a desolate land of
People who lost their mothers
Their father
Their children
Their kith and kin and
This is a desolate land.
Today
Having removed entire traces of war
Structural beautification
The rich well built roads
Scene of beaming growth
The war pictures falsified
Such is the pain filled history of ours
It is not just the lives of people
that is completely erased
But
The conscience of the entire world
Placed in a bunker
Joining hands
Where an ethnic group was revengefully destructed.
Thanks Dr: Kayal S
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