The Jail And Violence Poem by Chaminda Pushpadewa

My own key has not in hand but Iron Gate has closed
The sun became large but ready for drowning in the sea with orange color
According to, birds flew to the downstream
The thinking was that sat on the thresh hold but the key was not In hand

Slept on the cement floor but also not hope of the morning sun
Did not have an idea what was the wrong
Although somebody has refused this lives
Yet they feel nobody with them lives and never ever

Every secondadore were stepping far away from the closed one
Because of the many trouble had struggled in the past
Thought were aroused but sometimes why we created as a man without as previously mentioned crows
Finally, everybody urinated to gate hole but the gate is not open that brutish them

Gradually made a friendship with the shadow of lonely
Growing up revenge that with the menwith the uniform
But the pain was same it cannot be out like urine in the bladder
Therefore, mine gratitude offer for the Christ that for not nailing at somewhere