Dikt: To those who did not return

K. Sivapalan
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From the Northeast of Sri Lanka
The mournful funeral music plays
For the solider who was lucky
To have returned in one piece
In uniform and Boots and Buttons
With a golden sheen.
In another Village mother and the widow
Or is she not still one?
Mourn with pain in mind
Of their son and husband who
Is missing for so long.
Was he captured and tortured?
Or was he maimed or done away with
Will he return in one piece one day
Even in tattered clothes.
For whose benefit or for what are they
Losing their lives for?
When lives of the poor are in tatters
War mongers thrive and live in
Luxury and with power
When the poor and the unfortunate
Mourn forever.