Remembering Mullivaikkal

Beneath the palm trees, silence weeps, Where fields of sorrow hold secrets deep. Echoes linger, soft yet clear, The cries of the people that the world wouldn't hear. Tamils, the people who are proud and strong, Their voices are lost in history's song. The government let our history be in blunder, So let them suffer by a strike of thunder. In Mullivaikkal's shadowed shore, Footsteps fade, return no more. Innocence lost in fury of fire, Dreams consumed, and hope to expire. The cries of the people are unheard and unseen, Echo-like shadows where peace had been. Our expressions have been gloomy and blue, As this gruesome genocide had been a taboo. Children's laughter stilled by war, Mothers and wives waiting by an empty door. An ancient language, a culture so bright, Bore to witness to the darkest night. A resilient culture, where hearts bled, In every grain, are the tears we shed. Our tears pour down like a waterfall, As we are under the government's horrific thrall. Bullets and voices drowned, Yet the heart of the people beat unbound. In the ashes, stories breathe, Of love, of loss, of grief. A genocide veiled by silent vast, Wounds that live in the echoes of the past. A woman wails like a banshee, To hope to find an end to this grievous genocide. We remember forgetting is a sin, The lives that ended, the truth within. Justice calls from distant cries, Where the spirit of the people never dies. Their spirit, broken and defiant, Bearing the truth like a roaring giant. The place where the tigers used to rule, Is now the place where we are used as mules. Tamils endure; their spirit is strong, In every tear in every song. The world may turn its face away, But the memories rise within the dawn each day. For justice, for peace, let us strive, To keep their memory, their spirit alive. Oh, let a saviour be born to protect and serve, So could you help us be in peace and preserve?