Dhananjaya Premawardena - Truth

For the honor of truth
I write for thee
There be no other
I wish to see
Let all the rains
Wash away
All that is left of my misery

What world is this
That it confounds one another
That deception in cruelty
Has wrought brother against brother?

Nations asunder
Under clouds of ash and smoke
Cities cry out
To be spared an angry God's yoke.

The old elements skewered
Under heavy machinery
Ancient dogmas of the once all-powerful
Being brought to the pillory

What was destined as home
Became but Hell
For all those who are living
Will one day all tell.

So the surprise of hope
Though little may it be seen
Is always the comfort
And makes us sanguine

Yet, what miseries unforetold
Do we ourselves form
That we squander our own wealth
And create our own storms
So thus do I write
For the mediocrity of dying norms
And for the honor of truth

Dhananjaya Premawardena

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