Oh General ! Our General !

Oh General, your swan song was bitter,
revengeful political career smeared with litter.

Oh General, look back to the days of glory,
you were in the centre of our story,
then you excelled in the mother of all wars
but, the pomp, the vanity made you crawl on all fours.

Let your conscience probe the evil political minders
who pumped your ego reduced you to cinders.

Your political comrades in arms were puppets of the West.
May their tribe decrease but, SF was found to be a loyal muppet.
Over ambitious to the very end, crude in approach
tragic end was visible and clear, it was ex-General’s final march.
The man who fought the ruthless Tigers, ignored the nation.
The soldier with many shining medals left wounded and shaken.

Now, that the ship has sailed leaving you tainted
look inwards to get some sense into your mind.
No one is greater or bigger than the task
irrespective of the brag of the brat in a mask.

The pomp drives the foolish to say ‘I am the greatest ‘
‘ I have no peer’ he says with shame lost.
Hatred pushes the knave and leads to destruction.
remember the timeless words of everlasting distinction.
Retire serenely like a gent having tasted the bitter fruit of politics
Enjoy your golden moments but, do not pursue devil’s tactics.

Resolve, never again to be a pray to canine ways of venomous brand,
wallowing in absurd dreams while letting down you own, your native land.

Ranjith Soysa
Melbourne