Mario Perera, Kadawata

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The office you were called to hold

Is not for those who favours seek

Its meant for people strong and bold

No place there for the weak and meek

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The post which holds out bounteous hope

To the suffering and the needy

As livelong they through tunnels grope

With nothing to feel cheery

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We looked upon your name with glee

There was ƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ”¹…”BankƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ¢-¾‚¢ and there was ƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ”¹…”MoonƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ¢-¾‚¢

It augured our tryst with destiny

Your name did herald such a boon

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And when you put on AnnanƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ¢-¾‚¢s shoes

We hoped for sunrise from the East

But soon you learnt the donts and the does

You learned to scratch the western beast

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Our forces fought their battles hard

Conquered the hateful insidious foe

We thought youƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ¢-¾‚¢ll be our thankful bard

And let your verse unhindered flow

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Nothing of all that was to be

You a man from an Asian land

Were only working for a fee

The fiddler of the European band

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For thirty years our blood was shed

Drenching LankaƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ¢-¾‚¢s blessed land

We fete the living and mourn the dead

With joy not writ on sifting sand

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Stop the war dance you did shout

But is that not what warriors do?

The scum of terrorism we did rout

You only echoed the white manƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ¢-¾‚¢s boo

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So now we know you Ban Ky-Moon

We know the meaning of your name

Our people call you Ban ƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ”¹…”KIMUNGƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ¢-¾‚¢

A boring yawn a lasting shame

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