Closing Down Of A Prison Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Dungeon it was, to many inheritors of the land
Who voiced and stood against mayhem clan
Invaders they were, from civilized West
Built strong to hold detained, within walls stout

National heroes, freedom fighters caged in
In thousands, within cells, hardly enough to squat on
Gallows ran in, to bung up the last breath
Of those whom imperialists couldn't cope with

Queued up from morning till eve, in thousands
To witness scars and scratches preserved on wall mass
Listen to echoed screams of their ancestors
And sniff the blood and sweat of heroic fighters

Millions who spent hours felt within hearts, remorsefully
Anguish, national heroes should've gone through, cruelly
In the heart of heart, prayed they solemnly, unknowingly
Let this monstrous icon of barbarous rule, be perished, totally!