Behold the lovely land, a tear drop
adorning the pristine blue waters.
Behold the palm fringed paradise
stunning those who dare to explore her.
Nature brought forth man to this land,
in semblance of her loving spirit
for of what use is beauty to a maiden
sans admirers for her pastoral charm.
Man thus brought forth to the land
failed to cherish the rustic lure.
Divisions within, many did he form
questions of origin became the norm.
Honourable existence for others,
reduced to a state of illusion.
Equal existence still a dream,
but cannot be held back by the mean.
Free is nature's spirit and soul
so is every living heart and soul.
Snatch not the rights of others
for are they too not your brothers?
Silent protests quelled by fire,
signalled the start of disaccord.
Never ending wars arose in pursuit
of a land of fraternal equality.
In woe stands mother nature,
watching her children suffer.
Bidding adieu to families
setting out in search of a future.
Battles on land persist unabated,
sufferings multiply beyond control.
Nonetheless cries of freedom louder
more than ever for the world to hear.
Land of equality not a dream,
Equality not a utopian scheme.
Battles or talks whatsoever the means,
may freedom dawn and suffering end.
p.s... This poem depics the war torn island nation of Srilanka, about its ethnic crisis. It depicts the civil war due to problems of one ethnic sect denying equal rights to the other sect and the other sect taking up arms in turn, and the resulting humanitarian crisis.