After the heavy rain of bloodiest war <br />Broken directions are in front where to go <br />Nihilist eyes of visionary screen of boo <br />Neither life nor death of the rest of war <br /> <br />Victims are overbear to entomb the past <br />How it is ignored had the war of last <br />Victors insist to laugh and to cast <br />Crimes against humanity will not blast <br /> <br />Without minority called it is motherland <br />Without symbolic father called it is fatherland <br />Way of rhythm seems to be a grave land <br />War of victory celebrates in barren land <br /> <br />The capital runs trampling over the bodies of poor <br />Profit and commission are poured to the power <br />A Day today life of fate runs necessarily in low gear <br />Post war condition that is timeless, this my dear<br /><br />Udaya R. Tennakoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nihilist-eyes/
