A poem for Mother Lanka and its heroes in the coastal battlefield.

Aathika Renous

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The Hushed Pandemonium by Aathika Renous

‘‘#GoHomeGota’’ , ‘’#GoHomeRajapakshes’’
The Slogans of Twenty-Twenty,
Two and the reigning hashtags in the internet community.
Curfews and social media blackout,
incense the Lankans, to knock-out,
The haloed Crown of Ceylon.
Water cannon and tear gas,
to scatter the contravening mass.
Shaky allegations and corroborations,
to seize the lion-hearted heroes and jail,
But all these draconian measures are to no avail,
and make the mission of the Crown fail.
Solidarity and fraternity overpower
All the other powers.

The Mother Lanka is a cinder near a fender.
The mass media are filled with doom and gloom.
“A Nation in Darkness,”
“Endless queues for basic amenities,”
“Sri Lanka’s sky-rocketing goods prices.“

Two lives lie dead in the fuel station,
And that fills our hearts with agitation.
An elderly man self-slays,
climbing on a live transformer.
The people with placards,
yearn for a conscientious reformer.

While,
Liable bodies are playing,
“Sleeping Beauty” shamelessly.
But,
We cannot wait for 100 years
until you turn your ears.
THE SRI LANKANS ARE DROWNING
IN DIYAWANNA DELUGE.