Scrum Down For Wesley!

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This was a poem written when….
…the poet was only seven plus ten!
As a tribute to his rugby team,
For their performances held in high esteem!
(Year 2003)


Donning the blue jersey, wearing studded boots
Amidst the fans cheers, amidst the others hoots

Spilling into the field with one aim in heart
To give all I’ve have got, to do my very part.

“Tweet” goes the whistle to denote ‘play ball’
The ball was kicked higher than buildings very tall.

‘My ball’ comes the cry from the forwards in the pack,
It’s a do or die affair, there’s no turning back

The oval shaped ball was passed from hand to hand
The “bone crunching” tackles made players hit the sand

When I said to myself, I just started this rhyme
“Tweet” went the whistle to denote half time

Mr Priyadharshana the coach shouts off some ploys
As water was carried out to the battered up boys

Re-energised they run into the field
For school to make sure that victory is sealed

Tries and goals were hard to come by
For all our sporadic moves were stopped by some guy

“Tweet” went again the whistle to our relief
We had won the game to the opponents’ disbelief

Battered up and bruised we walked off the ground
As slogans of Wesley were the only audible sounds

Mr Mudannayake ran up to congratulate his team
With a slight pot belly and an ever glowing beam

He said we had brought ‘Honour and glory’ to school
Being heroes for one day was an experience really cool

Backs were warmly patted and good byes were being said
For fifteen young guys to tuck themselves in bed

Saddam Hussein - His sun had set before the strike of dawn

The sun had begun readying its rays
A lone man sits, counting his days

A tap on the door and worst was to follow…
….the man who was shown the way to the gallows,

Why was this man compelled to heed
Such orders by men on the blessed day of Eid

“There is no god but, God” he cried,
Each word the crowd below defied

Never before such a sight was seen
Except on the likes of the silver screen

When balances life, on the cliff of death
Any mortal tends to value his breath,

But “Where are the attributes of a man” he says
With no hint of death written over his face!
Though the laws of the land may defy this phase
On this none cares what a religion has to say!

Another neck clasped on the jaw of the noose…
In folds the floor and his body hangs lose,

“We heard the crack of his neck” they state,
For the fact un-earthed needs no debate,

A snap of such could only be shown
On a man who posses a strong back bone
A shining example for bones which sway,
To the tune of powers who make their day!

No one could know and no one could tell,
The changes for good that was blessed by his cell

Though debris of history lay behind this man,
And dead men’s blood once trickled down his hand
But a thought just crosses the back of my mind,
Is he but not only, one person of such kind?

On earth many a leader, had once haughtily prowled
With hands from which human, blood had once fouled!
Leather seats and status are by no means a cover,
For such inhuman crimes by governments in power

Oh, Woe! On the men who kindle the mud...
..With constant spillage of innocent blood,
..And woe on evil minds behind his fate,
For funding invasions sponsored by the state

Oh, people of reason hold your emotions at bay,
For our children of tomorrow let’s prepare today

Though his sun had set before the strike of dawn,
New rays of hope will for sure light up the morn!

WAR

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Don’t mind the words
Just see what they mean
For these were the words of a boy
Who once was just fourteen!

War begins at heart as Buddhism denotes
It could trigger in class, or even during sports
When your left cheek is slapped, turn over to your right
Is what Christianity preached to avoid every fight!

On this topic I am not sure what Hinduism speaks
Or the ruling of war in the philosophy of the Greeks
But one thing I am sure, a matter beyond doubt
No issue could be solved by means of a bout

Patience and humbleness, today a thing we lack
Looking for it is in the likes of a needle in a haystack
We trod earth in ignorance, with no means of light
A place where it’s not easy to the things that’s right!

Sadly this tune today the world is madly playing
With leaders who do not, the things that they’ve been saying
Peace could only be grown through removing weeds of hate,
To review our actions though, it’s still never too late

Finally it’s sad to say” our hearts have trapped the dove….
Who until now had been spreading the sweet message of love!!!