She had come down from the hills

down from Kandy

to tell me of her life and times

to speak to me of Sri Lanka Blue.

 

Of the never ending war,

the killings and rapes

mass graves and tears, of

Tigers and Soldiers in the night, of

those taken, never to return.

 

She spoke to me of the

Great Wave

which had took so many , and of the

fighting and greed that followed,

She sang to me of Sri Lanka Blue, and

held my hand and asked me to

remember all those who had been forgotten,

I promised I would not forget.

 

not sure folks if I have put this up before, if so sincere apologies

Bernie