Fall Of A Despot Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Voters of island nation Sri Lanka,
Ousted the killer Mahinda Rajapaksha,
From the Presidency of torn island.
Repressed and tormented Tamil Hindus,
Ensured the exit of the oppressor Despot,
Whose blood stained hands cannot be washed,
Even by all the waters of Indian Ocean.
Island nation robbed by filial robbers,
Crushed and silenced the voices sane,
Ultimately the tormentor has to lick the wound.
Ghost of valiant Velupillai Prabhakaran,
Took a sweet revenge on the killer most brute,
Souls of innocent Tamils, massacre by him,
Defeated and chased him out of coveted palace.
Come, let us celebrate the fall-for he was a king brute,
Let us rejoice his rout as it was joyous,
As suffering of people was his pride and joy.
Forced to bear the disgust and despair,
By the tears and agony of the hearts,
By the fear of barrel of guns and bang of boots.
But the stirred voters ousted the despot, brute.

N.B: This poem is written to celebrate the defeat of Sri Lankan President Mahinda Rajapaksha, in the presidential election who was responsible for the pogrom of Tamil Hindus.