This is what is happening in Sri Lanka. My country. This man is the leader of the Most wanted Terrorist Organisation. He is been funded and supported by various organisations and other entities. Jaffna wasthe most scenic place in Sri Lanka once a capita
By Audrey Barber
He's robbed my land of its glory and fame
My wonderful land Sri Lanka!
He's taken my land and in torture put
My beautiful land Sri Lanka!
By Force he claims
By terror he rules
Prabakaran the man
Is killing my land
My Scenic land Sri Lanka!
A face of fright he has
Not a smile, not a cheer
So vicious his gaze
Like Satan he stares
Armed he is with artillery
Prabakaran the man
Our girls he rape's
Lethally and cruelly,
He is waiting to pounce
Innocent children to take away
Training them, using them just for his gain
Suicidal deeds he thrusts on them
Prabakaran the man
Our Children he kills
A force he has behind him they stand
To protect and guard him
Day and night
These are his henchman
Evil they are, trained in warfare
No hearts they have
They rape, they steal, they kill
No morals at all
Prabakaran's their man
To him they bow
Prabakaran the man
A ruthless rogue
To murder, to torture
The harmless he seeks
Exploding bombs around the place
Young lives he destroys
Brain washing them all
For a cause they fight
He tells them all
Such stories when told
Young lads draw close
Pretty damsels in awe look up to the beast
This trait to have, how proud he must be
Don't fall for his stories
A knaving liar yes he is
Prabakaran the man
Suicide his game
He's leading them away
Promising the moon
If a task they prove
Our great young lads
How silly are they
To fall in his trap
And die in vain
Prabakaran the man
Exploiting old leper
His family he protects
Away from home
They are well away
In comfort stay
Wife in jewels decked he keeps
Kids educated in London schools
Luxury to them provided he sees
A hypocritical life Praba lives
Prabakaran the man
A Murderer he is
Why does he not
Train his kids
To fight his war instead
To die his cause
To murder, to steal
His kids must train
Prabakaran why not train them too
Teach them all your hateful ways
Prabakaran the man
Putrid he is
The father's name
In the future they hold
The father's war, must be won
The fathers cause carry out they will
So why not train your kids Praba
A great combination
What a wonderful team
The "Prabakaran Clan"
You can be
Prabakaran the man
A nasty old faggot
This power he yields
Where does he find it?
The support he has
Is a well known fact
The president knows
But what can he do
That perfect puppet
Who stole a ballot?
He rants and rants
Like a madman he acts
Now is he a pal to Prabakaran
Prabakaran the man
Must be shot in the head
Or has he the support
Of other politico's
As stronger he gets
Every passing day
The weapons he gets
From government aides this could be
A very big bargain
These politico's must have
Aiding this criminal
This murderous leper
Such politico's then
Must shoot them dead
Prabakaran the man
We are after his blood
Jaffna a state he wants to make
He's brought it down
To rack and ruins
Blasting the place right down to the ground
Driving the people away from their homes
Killing the children, taking the youth
What state will he make?
With Jaffna again
The beauty of Jaffna
He has bombed away
Prabakaran the man
Landmines his toys
No education he has
No ethics he knows
No culture, no heritage
This leper understands
All he knows is
To torture, to murder
Prabakaran the man
A barbarian he is
Vengeful, spiteful, hateful
Full of venom his heart must hold
But the heart he has never does beat
Hack to death anyone he will
The soul he has, Satan owns
His place in hell upon a throne
Hand in glove with Lucifer he sits
Prabakaran the man
A terrorist he is
A group he's got
Criminals they are
Uniformly clad, killing machines they are
These are the gangsters
Of the LTTE
Praba to them like a god they see
Prabakaran the man
A monster he is
Our land to restore
Our children to save
Murder them all the people say
Our youth to protect
Shoot them to death
So to kill this fat pig
Is everyone's quest
Just give me a gun
I will shoot him dead
Prabakaran the man
Must die after all
For peace again in our land to have
Our beautiful land Sri Lanka
The terrorists must die
So let's kill this fat pig or hang him alive
Burn him with tyres, tied on his neck
Torture the beast
As he has done to many
Hunt him down and shoot him dead
Then hang him in public so the people can see
The murderous Praba finished at last
Prabakaran the man
Let's hunt him down
That will be the day
Our land will be saved
By the murdering terrorist Prabakaran
Our lustrous island Sri Lanka!
That will be the day
We can all go home
To peacefully live
In our lovely island in the sun
My Beautiful island Sri Lanka!
=============================
Poetry by Audrey Barber
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Written on 2006-10-01 at 22:49
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The Terrorist of Sri Lanka
By Audrey Barber
He's robbed my land of its glory and fame
My wonderful land Sri Lanka!
He's taken my land and in torture put
My beautiful land Sri Lanka!
By Force he claims
By terror he rules
Prabakaran the man
Is killing my land
My Scenic land Sri Lanka!
A face of fright he has
Not a smile, not a cheer
So vicious his gaze
Like Satan he stares
Armed he is with artillery
Prabakaran the man
Our girls he rape's
Lethally and cruelly,
He is waiting to pounce
Innocent children to take away
Training them, using them just for his gain
Suicidal deeds he thrusts on them
Prabakaran the man
Our Children he kills
A force he has behind him they stand
To protect and guard him
Day and night
These are his henchman
Evil they are, trained in warfare
No hearts they have
They rape, they steal, they kill
No morals at all
Prabakaran's their man
To him they bow
Prabakaran the man
A ruthless rogue
To murder, to torture
The harmless he seeks
Exploding bombs around the place
Young lives he destroys
Brain washing them all
For a cause they fight
He tells them all
Such stories when told
Young lads draw close
Pretty damsels in awe look up to the beast
This trait to have, how proud he must be
Don't fall for his stories
A knaving liar yes he is
Prabakaran the man
Suicide his game
He's leading them away
Promising the moon
If a task they prove
Our great young lads
How silly are they
To fall in his trap
And die in vain
Prabakaran the man
Exploiting old leper
His family he protects
Away from home
They are well away
In comfort stay
Wife in jewels decked he keeps
Kids educated in London schools
Luxury to them provided he sees
A hypocritical life Praba lives
Prabakaran the man
A Murderer he is
Why does he not
Train his kids
To fight his war instead
To die his cause
To murder, to steal
His kids must train
Prabakaran why not train them too
Teach them all your hateful ways
Prabakaran the man
Putrid he is
The father's name
In the future they hold
The father's war, must be won
The fathers cause carry out they will
So why not train your kids Praba
A great combination
What a wonderful team
The "Prabakaran Clan"
You can be
Prabakaran the man
A nasty old faggot
This power he yields
Where does he find it?
The support he has
Is a well known fact
The president knows
But what can he do
That perfect puppet
Who stole a ballot?
He rants and rants
Like a madman he acts
Now is he a pal to Prabakaran
Prabakaran the man
Must be shot in the head
Or has he the support
Of other politico's
As stronger he gets
Every passing day
The weapons he gets
From government aides this could be
A very big bargain
These politico's must have
Aiding this criminal
This murderous leper
Such politico's then
Must shoot them dead
Prabakaran the man
We are after his blood
Jaffna a state he wants to make
He's brought it down
To rack and ruins
Blasting the place right down to the ground
Driving the people away from their homes
Killing the children, taking the youth
What state will he make?
With Jaffna again
The beauty of Jaffna
He has bombed away
Prabakaran the man
Landmines his toys
No education he has
No ethics he knows
No culture, no heritage
This leper understands
All he knows is
To torture, to murder
Prabakaran the man
A barbarian he is
Vengeful, spiteful, hateful
Full of venom his heart must hold
But the heart he has never does beat
Hack to death anyone he will
The soul he has, Satan owns
His place in hell upon a throne
Hand in glove with Lucifer he sits
Prabakaran the man
A terrorist he is
A group he's got
Criminals they are
Uniformly clad, killing machines they are
These are the gangsters
Of the LTTE
Praba to them like a god they see
Prabakaran the man
A monster he is
Our land to restore
Our children to save
Murder them all the people say
Our youth to protect
Shoot them to death
So to kill this fat pig
Is everyone's quest
Just give me a gun
I will shoot him dead
Prabakaran the man
Must die after all
For peace again in our land to have
Our beautiful land Sri Lanka
The terrorists must die
So let's kill this fat pig or hang him alive
Burn him with tyres, tied on his neck
Torture the beast
As he has done to many
Hunt him down and shoot him dead
Then hang him in public so the people can see
The murderous Praba finished at last
Prabakaran the man
Let's hunt him down
That will be the day
Our land will be saved
By the murdering terrorist Prabakaran
Our lustrous island Sri Lanka!
That will be the day
We can all go home
To peacefully live
In our lovely island in the sun
My Beautiful island Sri Lanka!
=============================
Poetry by Audrey Barber
Read 819 times
Written on 2006-10-01 at 22:49
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