lalitha iyer

(7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

A Lankan Tragedy


Hitler is no more
Hitlers have mushroomed
in every corner
Hearts of Hitler
it torn to pieces
the ashes sailed
like DNAs
all over the Globe
Hitlerians born
littered
and terrorists
sons of Hitlers
killing heartless
in the name of Liberations
was found the LTTE
now they massacre
their own men
whose freedom they fight for
just for survival.....

Submitted: Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Edited: Sunday, April 26, 2009

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (9/1/2009 6:00:00 AM)

    now they massacre
    their own men
    whose freedom they fight for
    just for survival..... was this waging for self survival? if so thenit is bigger genocide perpetrated on people who wanted to live in peace......10

    do we need dictators....martyres (Report) Reply

  • surya . (5/14/2009 8:13:00 PM)

    a nice touching poem.if only we can sent it to sri v. prabhakaran! . nice write.voted 10
    surya (Report) Reply

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