Sitting on the throne
Having the crown
Dwindles the brain
Having power Crane

Grave words
Sharpen swords
No many roads
Nowhere Gods

You are the man
We people won
Take your gun
Fire on! We don’t run

You told, you are my men
We told, you are our king
We are the men of that nation
Under your feet as a sin

Heart and mind were ravaged
Wealth and land were grabbed
Tax and the rest we granted
Kingdom you have painted

Earth and sky are heaven
Kith and kin are fine
Cloak of face is shine
Doesn’t matter beggars no coin

Udaya R. Tennakoon

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