War Is Over; Peace Is Yet To Come
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d,
As home his footsteps he hath turn’d,
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour’d, and unsung. - Sir Walter Scott
(September 03, 2014, Bradford UK, Sri Lanka Guardian)Tamils have been forced to flee their native land in indecent haste leaving behind their homes, possessions and loved ones due to intolerance of the majority Sinhalese who unleashed untold misery on them since independence.
