Head, food, body tied by chaining
Blind eyes, mute mouth while beating ongoing
Ocean of sweat and blood in-land returning
Upon our own world when and where would we find
Over the violin sonics lovely earth is burning
Violent sun kissing earth, theyr'e pleasuring gold coin
Compose for dark era, built walls are blasting
Empowering brothership, let's make a tomorrow for our own...
(Plot: Sinhala version submitted by A.A.Miyesi Dimosha Rasanjalie Athukorale-Govt, science College, matale-29th may 2011-Sunday Lanka Srilankan Newspaer.)
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