by : EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan
A hero arose from the flames of starvation
A hero emerged from the anguish of thirst
And yes, this hero was a result of deprivation
But he was not deprived of food and water.
He was deprived of his rights and freedoms
Deprived of a voice
Deprived of a choice
And so he spoke to be heard through the sacrifice of his privileges
He had a vision for the food he spared,
A vision to one day eliminate the starvation of freedom
A vision to one day see the brothers and sisters of Eelam rejoice in their homeland with pride
Each passing day that he spent hungry, was in hopes that one day
the people of his country will be fed and nourished
And free to walk atop their own soil with dignity
In their own prosperous country
He had a dream for every drop of water he spared his body
A dream that one day the surrounding oceans of their homeland,
would have its shores covered in footprints at play…
wet with water, and not soaked in blood
That a child’s thirst for education would be clenched
and not have the educators be held behind bars as political prisoners
With the weakening of his physical body, the strengthening of his mind
and the minds of the community continued
It continued generation after generation,
proving that the power does not lie within the bullet of a gun,
nor does it lie amongst the votes cast towards a corrupt government.
Power lies solely in the hands of the determined, the ambitious, and the motivated.
Those willing to risk themselves for the betterment of a nation and its people.
Power is the blood of sacrifice,
that seeps through soil to pump through our hearts.
And today our veins pulse with lost and found blood
Today, we feel his hunger for peace in Thamileelam
And we feel his thirst for the right to freedom.
His sacrifice is one of many that acts as the light that guides us towards the future.
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