Just came back from Vavuniya seeing so many wounded and imprisoned…Want to say so much but.....
I have caught the madness of your drum
My wild blood beats and throbs with it-come
Homeland, come
Come, from the dust I have raised my head
Torn misery’s bandage from my face
Wrenched my arm free from pain’s grip, cut
My way through the web of helplessness-
Homeland come
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