a tale of
blood, bombs, and bullets,
of tragedy, terror and tears -
a tale of a people that lived,
a tale of a people that died...
a tale of thirty years.
beneath the earth they now lie,
buried in the land they once loved,
finally at peace.
Our Fallen Heroes.
as the skies fell in on our dreams,
as the clouds wept for a bygone era,
as friends turned into bitter enemies,
and as innocents were massacred
they gave up their lives
took the bullets meant for us
made a stand for the land that was ours,
a land that belongs to us all, as one nation.
Our Fallen Heroes.
they are the legends we still revere,
leaving behind a legacy.
A legacy for all of Lanka to glorify,
to remember.
we barely survived one war -
we cannot survive another.
no more bloodshed, no more hatred,
no more falling into the traps of
selfish political agendas.
no more.
there is no place for terrorism,
no place for racism and supremacy.
there can be no place for injustice, for violence,
not in my country, not in my beloved Lanka.
we stand as one, twenty one million hearts,
beating together.
from the nightmares we are still waking
like an infant.
from the ruins we shall become
an empire.
if we remember... our fallen heroes.
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