[Jay A. Jasan]
Like the last cries of a herd of sheep,
Facing cruel cull amidst baying wolves,
Stood thousands Tamils facing slaughter
Among murderous army with cynical laughter;
Gleeful of ensuing massacre of innocent lives.
Skyward, echoed around walls of power, yells
Of protest and plea for mercy of thousands.
No power on earth moved-so perished thousands.
Silenced by the very silence of flawed conscience
Of moral high landers and so born us -
The Victims without voices.
Beyond massacre, mass graves and genocide,
Beneath false surface of normalcy, besides ecocide,
Wombs of yesterday walk in search of off springs,
Mums-to-be reach post to post in search of husbands.
Barbed wires weep at those detained behind them.
Curbed villagers scorn at schemes which deny their homes.
Kids many that defied death in the murderous onslaught,
Sit in orphanages, a lot in shock, rest in mental drought.
Sky much our agony, so little known of this tragedy
Because, we are the - The Victims without voices.
A nation being decimated and destroyed,
While nations of goodwill seem to need steroid
To break their silence and speak for us - silent victims.
A community of people pushed to extinction
While people of conscience lack moral conviction
To break their silence and speak for us - silent victims
In these civil and morally defunct valleys perish we -
The Victims without voices.
Jay A. Jasan
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