Human Rights And White Magic Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

Beating drums and playing trumpets
Gods are called to get down to earth
Brutalized shamans squat at the binary sides
In between the valetudinarian and
Devil dance when night comes

A voice far away from the scene
Closed ears for the justice
Blindfolded subjects seem to be subdued
Like prisoners of deceit

Victims and valetudinarians are
Commodity in the markets
Gods from the heaven are
Profit projected investors

Humanity being bargained
Chamber of the council
Justice being balanced
Collects evidence of evil

Rights and justice
It is now in a paradigm shift
No more for the victims
It is a kind of business

But such a business
Could be a shift for transcend
Where the humanity and rights
Are disappeared as a genocide

In a time of everything violated
No result, genuine hope of purified
Time and space may be splendid
Who would together and well mixed

This is a white magic
A bowl of interests cooks
This is a place of power
You cannot flee for ever