Hang Down Your Head Pirabah- Hang Down Your Head And Cry
By Hilary Rajakarunanayake
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Pirabakaran
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
In tactics of terrorism you were trained in India
You were crowned as the latest Pol-Pot of Asia
Known as chip of the block of Bin Laden Osama
Soon you’ll be haunted by ghost of Durayappah
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
How you blocked all supplies to the Tamils of Vanni
How you fired on lorries transporting food ruthlessly
Essentials to your own people attacking ships to ferry
As Savior of Tamils proclaimed your own self glory
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
You gave terrorist organizations in the world a new weapon
Suicide bombing to disturb world peace causing destruction
For the suicide bombers creating, decorating and training
You’ll be decorated with a necklace of human skulls rotting
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
Every known principle of humanitarian law violating
Your Fascist fortress in the Vanni is fast dismantling
Now running for your life like a dog in fear urinating
The devils will feast on you as your soul is departing
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
Using the innocent civilians as human shield to protect your LTTE
Shooting down your own people with arms bought with their money
Pulling the wool over faces fooling the Tamil diasporas worldwide
Facing onslaughts of Sri Lankan forces now where can you hide?
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Pirabaha
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
After killing so many Indians and Rajiv Gandhi Indian Premier
First befriending then plotting and killing President Premadasa
Sri Lankans, Indians,when we wake up even tomorrow morning
To see the day when Pirabha is finished we are eagerly waiting.
A poem with apologies to the famous American song on Tom Dooley
- Asian Tribune -
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Best thing would be to take
Best thing would be to take him alive, gather necessary informtion, then to take him some where so that he can show where the weapons are hidden, and then he can pull out a weapon, so the troops can shoot him in self defence!
Prabakaran will not survive
Prabakaran will not survive a full month outside the tamil human shield.
He burnt too many bridges so he has nothing left to cross.
The guy is a dead body either way.
I wish some natural force like tsunamy would get him. That way we do not have watch another matyr worshiped.
He should be writing his will now.
There was a man named
There was a man named VP,
Who thought he could beat the army,
Fonseka was there,
Who fought his battles fair,
And that was the end of VP.
Dear heros of our armend
Dear heros of our armend forces who are fighting in NFZ, please note that we DO NOT WANT to see Prabha alive. Do not capture him alive. Even if he is alive, instantly kill him. No more media drama, no more confessions, no more interferences, no more time to live, no more court cases...simply KILL him.
Sarath This poem is good
Sarath
This poem is good for Prabakaran to memorise or chant softly to himself at his death bed.
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