Does my love, this deep love,
My love of gratitude to this land,
The land that bore me, look sooo small?
Should I throw my love, this deep love,
Onto that space, empty and boundless,
And say so high with arms wide open,
“Fly high, and you’ll feel so cool my love;
Come, with all your men, rape this land,
Rape her, for she bore glorious sons;
Bulldoze all her ancestral roots, and
My boundless love shall keep me calm”.
You live now in, and love her if you can,
But you prove you don’t love this land;
You rape and bulldoze her honour and all
And say all around my love is sooo small.
Copyright © August 3, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
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