A hero arose from the flames of starvation

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.

A drawing of Thileepan Anna by Allen Marshal

When the Indian and Sri Lankan governments signed the Indo-Lanka accord in mid 1987, the Tamil people were undecided as to whether the treaty was to their benefit or not. When large numbers of Indian troops arrived on the island, the Tamil people initially viewed them as ‘liberators’ from the excesses of the Sri Lankan army, even though the Indo-Lanka accord was primarily aimed at securing Indian strategic objectives in the region and the ending of Tamil nationalism on the island.

For You My Brother, I will;

By: Allen Marshal

For You My Brother, I will;
Lend a hand when you wobble and can’t stand.
Give you a shoulder and off yours I’ll lift that boulder.

17 again

By: Jonathan Arunasalam

17 years have passed by fast
Feels like just yesterday I was just 5
Wanting to be a big kid
Wanting to be an adult
Now the time has come where I am that big kid

Thorns

Written by: Allen Marshal

It’s beauty has entrapped him and he lost myself within.
Within that beautiful flower does his heart stand so grim.
For it had thorns that he did not see, for blinded he had become.
Blinded by it’s presence, for love is blind and to IT he had succumb.

Peace.

by : EnnaDa- Kiruthika Thusyanthan

reach out your hand to help those in need
peace amoungst the world is a mission in deed
but it will never be accomplished unless we interwine our thoughts and ideas
to make the world a better place

I FIGHT LIKE A GIRL.

I fight like a girl who refuses to be a victim.
I fight like a girl who is tired of being
IGNORED and HUMORED and BEATEN and RAPED.

What will you give me?

By: Trinity Joseph Peter

What will you give me?

A plot of land that I once owned and

Something YOU call “peace” & “security”

It Is July ’83

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,