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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “A dying people tolerates the present, rejects the future, and finds its satisfactions in past greatness and half-remembered glory.” “A strong man makes a weak people. A strong people don’t need a strong man.” John Steinbeck (Nobel Prize 1962) for the DEAD in the Struggle for EELAM I Ages from now, let it not be said: Blood spills only as brother dies. Ages from now, let not peace be bled By chances lost now in sighs. To the high nor low slams the door To him who seeks the Law and more. Take, take the Golden Mean way! Truth your only key, don’t ever slay! Where the elephant roams un-tethered free, The familiar myna will echo carefree Words of yore buried in sacred memory: One breed, one species carved in ivory. No greater fear simmers in the lowlands Than the stealth of brother against brother; No higher disdain festers in the highlands Than vengeance lying in wait for the other. II Think not of the promises made and broken, Think only of the time lost and forsaken. Every hour, every day, a life blown or taken; Every month, every year, a people woe-driven. To the high nor low slams the door To him who seeks the Law and more. Take, take the Golden Mean path! Truth your only key, never the lathe! Think of Prince Paranirupasingham who to succour King Jayavira’s queen, to Kandy, fled his throne: Abandoned to court intrigue, schemes and wiles encore: A princely retreat, a physician’s penance alone. First governor, then regent, the last Jaffna King Cankili Learnt best the conqueror's cruel art of slaughter; Then, fired by the local converts' iniquitous treachery, Revolted too late, his head the butt of lofty laughter. Think of C.P. Ramanathan the island’s cause to defend Sailed over choppy seas past wild submarines To raise the nation’s flag in the court of the Empire’s den, His homeward chariot drawn by one peoples’ teens. (...continued in Parts 3 to 5)
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