Floating Sand And Sinking Trash Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Some say, that was their duty
paid for it, why worry? They ask
It was history for another
It stinks, keeping closed, they prefer
Such wouldn’t dig past, but enjoy present

Some feel, fallen soldiers in concrete
is a hindrance to the ethnic harmony
Vow to demolish them and plant votes
Another likes heroes be erased from books
and, history be out from schools

Moving backward on reverse gear
to venerate defeat and bury victor
Hero, don’t be panicked or dismayed
Remain calm right there, within grave

Time, sooner than later, will call you again.
It’s a grey cloud overcastting, at present
the entire universe, from below
but, only a patch, from above