Written by: Arunan Srikanthanathan
Into the killing fields the Tamils go,
Between the landmines their toes tippy toe,
They mark the places where land mines are;
and Mahinda smiles as they go
The Jungle Fowl cries as the Tamils go,
And soon they all die as the guns are fired below.
The Sinhalese soldiers laugh and go, however,
the Tamil souls are still wandering below.
They cry and tell the Sinhalese to go; but now they lye in the fields of war.
If only the Sinhalese had stopped a while ago,
the Tamils and Sinhalese would’ve held hands in rows,
in the Olympics they could’ve held the flag up high,
but now only the Karthikai flowers grow.
The Tamils now lye helplessly in the fields of war.
May 2012 will mark the third year remembrance of the Tamil genocide. As part of remembering May Massacre, we as a community take the time to remember the victims massacred and heal together as a community. By continuing to voice our stories, opinions, and facts, we are moving on a path that will enable us to get justice for the lost lives.
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