Guns fell silent and rains came

With a crescendo of canonnade
And flaming salvoes of multi barrel rockets
Guns fell silent
Signalling the end of the bloody era
With triumphant victory

And rains came
Dousing the smouldering embers
Of the devastating conflagration
In our beautiful isle

Racial monster raised its ugly head
Mother Lanka turned into a killing field
Tiger Supremo blazed a gory trail
To world fame putting Pol Pot to shame

The country was in shambles
The state drifting rudderless
The rule of the law was subverted by rule of the gun
The leaderless people were agonising
A waiting the inevitable doom

In the annals of hour darkest hour
From the land of our liberators
Arose a saviour of our nation
Endowed with homespun wisdom without any isms
With his feet firmly on the terrain
Scion of the Lion of Rohana
With god of warriors and goddess of fortune
Perched on his shoulders
He was propelled to tryst with destiny

War drums doomed and guns thundered
He kept the Western predators at bay
Scuttled the Viking corsairs'
Pro Tiger sneaky peace snare
Kept the Indian big brother in good humour
The rest is history
With total annihilating victory

We must grasp the opportune moment
Dismantle our stone walls
Of ethnic enclaves in our minds
Banish the stomping godzillas
From our midst
Reach out to fraternize each other
With warm hearted love

Guns fell silent
And the rains came
Tormented palms
Swayed in the new breeze
In our blessed Isle

- G.H.A. Suraweera