Our Big Brother - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
They call our country as 'the pearl of Indian ocean',
and turn a hair; as a 'cyanide capsule of the Indian Ocean'.
Who accepts the blame?
We were having a crucial civil war since a long time.
How many killed, wounded and disabled?
innocent widows dream of a Promised land.
They say that they fight for a homeland?
and it seems the paid soldiers fight to protect the Sovereignty.
These unbearable painstaking
a soft heart human can afford?
Here comes our Big brother
a new dawn from South
will he be able to face this Dilemma?
A better place to live in harmony
and only one singsong together
'Humanity and Brotherhood' spread all over.
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