I don’t merit praise, who am I to suggest
inventing the west moon for the Lankan
imagination, or that one day a Tamil child
will rise from fires to claim the rights
of his tribe? Boat people, Tamils,
flee Serendip. Governing criminals
are stopping the motors, forcing
families to remain in their island prison.
Who shouts in the Hague,
on Downing Street, outside
the White House? More Tamils,
defenders of human rights, liberals,
Don Quijotes, while the murderer,
and jail keep, licks his mutton chops.