Mother:
There once was a child that lied here yesterday
He was to be a prince, or a king, but the hope I had for him faded away
The kicks and pushes that I felt within
Warmed my heart, this is the happiest I’ve ever been!
But like any story happiness never lasts,
Because with a kick and a push from the soldier
My womb blast
Blood everywhere, just like in reality…
But this blood… represented what was soon to be my identity.
My identity lost, never yet to be found!
Blood all over, look he’s pouring out on to the ground.
My vision blurring, my knees are weak as I loose my baby I too fall deep.
Son:
20 years later…I lay here a man
I picture my mother and what she withstand
Her identity reborn, a second chance for living
But now as a thamil eelam soldier, this same problem I’m reliving
I gave up my life for this fight
And with this bullet, he pierced my right
My vision blurring, my knees falling weak,
I pray to deliver this message for it is all i seek
I hope for the youth to take on this mission
For this movement to continue there must be transition
It is time for us to be leaders of our own envision,
Carve the pathway, to our homeland
Establish our base and achieve our land.
by: Jessica Thyriar
Tags: Poetry/Art
