The Scary Bullet

I played with them altogether
Maintaining a bond stronger than leather
Savouring our lives more than a feather
It all was affected due to the political weather

Auspicious moment of politicians arrived
Suspicious terrorists, traitors and dramas evolved

This is a malady so grave
Would be critical as a wave

I was hung and tied on the top of a tree
Surrounded by the river next to the play ground
By the so called boys with whom I used to play

The fun and joy we had
Still ring and echo in my head

So how dare you hang and tied me up?
It’s none other than my ethnicity
And politician’s superiority paid off

I have been mourning on the tree
Spending the night lonely until they are free

I’m super strong
They will realize they’ve gone wrong
After the drama doesn’t exist for so long

Mother Lanka laments over
Upon her children’s bullet shower
As if a humanitarian mother lover
It’s our duty to wrap it by a cover

What truly powered our shields?
Mere phrases like I’m a Sinhalese, Muslim, Tamil, Christian
are liable for the yields

Let’s roar as proud “Sri Lankan” lions
Strive together as blooming lians

Penned by Muhammed Rilwan Razly -3rd year, Faculty of Law, University of Colombo