Political Asylum Seekers Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

Why my love, carrying a biological weapon?
Why not realize
Every such attempt will be an unsuccessful mission?
They are not domestics
Like a rat, bug or a cockroach,

Why a little brat gecko on the wall
Dwells on the dining table and suburbs
Licking our curry bowls and bed crumbs? ,

Why a filthy frog crept in to the kitchen
Bumping itself on the cleaned floor
Inviting a serpent into the house?

Why a stinking bat laid filth
Right on the car bonnet every morning
Giving an unpleasantness?

Why these miserable ants marching
Parades into every corner of the house
Searching for a left over of any kind?

Oh! dear, we cannot prevent
Them from coming
The truth is that these dwellings
We claim exclusively as ours
Actually not ours, it's theirs as well,

We have invaded and inhabited
Their ancestral lands
Their territories forever
Well, will that be? I doubt
It's only, until our extinction!

Having no force to fight back
Or to organize a systematic
Guerilla warfare, they just lay
Feeble, isolated and meek
Looking at us, but with limitless fear,

Creeping a little into our comforts
They seek only a little food to eat
And a small shelter to breed and feed
Safe from their predators day and night,


They still seek shelter pleading
Mercy at our forbidden lands
Knowing that we do not
Well, at least for the time being
Kill, fry or boil and eat them.