Who Will Save The Tamils? Poem by lalitha iyer

Glory of the knight is gone
downed by the hands of fate
tigers have been crushed to death
King of Tigers done to dust
now, who will save the innocents
who are begging for some hand?
when you have no home,
you could build one,
when you have no money,
you could lend some,
when you have none still
you could sleep in roadsides
but when you have no land
where you could feet your legs?

Oh my dear hearts,
they are refugees
in one's own land
when your mother
deserts you
who will care the
orphaned undue?
When the hands of care
armed with death
brutally wipes out
the ethnic life
who will save the
sinking crew?
the sight of millions
homeless,
faithless,
hungry mob,
painfully sob
who will help them?
who will give the landless land
who will give the blinds some eye
who will show them the lantern of love?