words Nipuni Saimon
She held her head up high over millennia
Basking in the glory brought by her children.
She never knew how it felt to be so humiliated
As she weeps for the faults of the recent past.
Her children are scattered
Looking for refuge in foreign soil.
She wonders: did they ever truly love her?
The sins of the recent past are washing over the unborn
Where did it all go wrong?
All eyes are on her—bare before the world
She feels the vultures hovering over her head
Trying to grab her, strip her, tear her into pieces
So defenseless without her protectors.
She calls for her children
To rise from their dead slumber
To fight for her honour.
With blood and tears dripping down her body
She weeps for the faults of the recent past.
Waking up in the middle of the night
Covered in sweat, with a gripping fear
I hear a voice calling me
Broken yet strong
‘Don’t worry my dear, I am still hanging on.’