From the burning deck, Sri Lanka screamed
The face of corrupt political class beamed
While they ruined ‘n robbed shamelessly teamed
Alas! The people slept through ‘n dreamed
What freedom we got in forty eight? we ask
Don’t’ we still don the colonial mask
Seventy long years, on false laurels we bask
A corrupted top failing in their task
Unity at independence was sadly lost
Political racism an unbearable cost,
Decades of war with thousands lost
A warped land with progress on frost
After seventy eight, our land was gored
by executive crackpots, crises soared
By violence, greed, corruption and fraud
My Mother Lanka! Sadly got clawed
Another opportunity wasted in vain
MaRa the king, two thousand ‘n nine
Sadly allowed hate groups to reign
Unity of Our Land Fell apart again
Two thousand and fifteen, hopes re-born
‘Good- governance’ masks, cunningly worn
Unknown to the people, a hidden thorn
Sira- the crackpot sat on the throne
National government! – it was a farce,
Promised reconciliation, progress sparse
Economy tumbled , hate trends got worse
Set Sira and Ranil on a collision course
Sira conspired with a mind deranged
Brought back a man, in the past he blamed
Stabbing his backer- isn’t he ashamed?
Greed for power had democracy flamed
Supreme courts have upheld the law
Rightly disabled his executive paw
The worse crisis the country ever saw
No way out of this destructive war
Politics in Sri Lanka! It’s a corrupt game
Has put the nation to global shame
Social justice, equality we all claim
How will they emerge if we just dream?
Executive presidency - a destructive legacy
House by the Lake – an asylum of fallacy
In election times, in blinded ecstasy
voting for the corrupt- isn’t it mere lunacy?
Oh people! end your avowed silence
A weeping nation seeks your actions
Crackpots will otherwise increase your tensions
Or wait until your Kids destroy your ‘mansions’
-Lukman Harees
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