To: Ban Ky-Moon
Posted on June 8th, 2009

Mario Perera, Kadawata


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


The post which holds out bounteous hope

To the suffering and the needy

As livelong they through tunnels grope

With nothing to feel cheery


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


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


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


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


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


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


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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