By: Nevetha Yogarajah
Today is the first day.
It is the first day of this horror.
Yet it is not the first day that I see the pain
Of women widowed as their husbands are strangled,
Of children yearning as they’re pulled out of suckling,
Of families orphaned as there is no refuge remaining.
My world has been torched, blacked out within minutes.
My heart is afire, hoping for a remedy to these chars.
It is now the seventh day
It is the marking of a week of tragedies.
I cried for hope.
But all I got was despair.
Is it a sin to have been born a Tamilian?
They say advocating separatism is revoking civic rights;
Yet it is they who answer why we want a nation:
We live in a place where we are denied our homes
We live in a place where we are denied clean water.
We live in a place where we are denied medical attention.
We live in a place where we are denied civic rights.
We live in a place where we are denied basic freedoms.
So what more do we have to lose?
Nothing, except our lives.
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