Above post is a poem i wrote about the current situation in Sri Lanka!

If you are a Sri Lankan I do not need to explain to you what is going inside out country. The protests and the shitfuckery this country has become s insane. Personally I'm affected by this as  university student. Class cancellations/ no fuel to go to uni/ no busses and many other things. 

But still we have something to eat a place to live and so one. But this is not the reality for many Sri Lankans. Specially Sri Lankans that live off of day jobs, sick people! I assume you have seen that heartbreaking photo of a surgery being done with the light from a couple of phones. This country is already a sinking boat and like rats, the ones with power are leaving it. 

I had not been out protesting because my mom is strict and she'd beat my ass. But many of my friends are and though in the most part the protests are peaceful I just could not help but wonder what would they randomly decided to shoot the ppl? 

It is not something that happened but as a Sri Lankan I'm concerned. 

And that should say a lot about how secure this GOV had made us feel. And add to that this situation is like your indebted dad committing suicide after loosing his only job that payed for the family. But in Gota's case that motherfucker got 20million children. 

Here is a poem by Richard de Zoysa called Animal crackers. It has a lot of word pun and I wish I would write a summery of it. (I'd do eventually!) 

"Draw me a lion."

So I set my pen

to work. Produce a lazy, kindly beast ...

Colour it yellow.

"Does it bite?"

"Sometimes,

but only when it's angry—

if you pull its tail

or say that it is just another cat ..."

But for the most part, indolent, biddable,

basking in the sun of ancient pride.

(Outside, the sunlight seems a trifle dulled

and there's a distant roaring, like a pride

of lions, cross at being awakened

from long, deep sleep).

Then

"Draw me a tiger."

Vision of a beast

compounded of Jim Corbett yarns

and Blake

stalks through my mind, blazing Nature's warning,

black bars on gold.

"DRAW!"

You turn and draw the gun

on me, as if to show

that three-years-old understands force majeure

and as you pull the silly plastic trigger

all hell breaks loose; quite suddenly the sky

is full of smoke and orange stripes of flame.

BUT HERE THERE ARE NO TIGERS

HERE THERE ARE ONLY LIONS.

And their jackals

run panting, rabid in the roaring's wake,

infecting all with madness as they pass

while My Lord

the Elephant sways in his shaded arbour,

wrinkles his ancient brows, and wonders—

if, did he venture out to quell this jungle-tide

of rising flame, he'd burn his tender feet.

"Put down that gun. If you do, and you're good,

I'll draw a picture of an elephant.

A curious beast that you must understand ... ."

DONT LOOK OUT THE WINDOW—

Just a party down the lane

a bonfire, and some fireworks, and they're burning—

No, not a tiger—just some silly cat."

Colombo, 25 July, 1983

For Dimitri, when he is old enough to understand.

Author's note: The lion is the heraldic emblem of the Sinhala or the Lion Race. The principal Tamil terrorist group in the north of Sri Lanka is known as the "Tigers." The Elephant is the party symbol of the ruling United National Party.