Oh! The catastrophic war
Everyone can feel, everyone can see
Only the blinds can not
The darkest cotton blended with purple
armed with heavy bullets, marching in tides on one side,
The light ball on the other side
shining until everything sizzles,
Are on war.
If the dark cotton wins we will die,
If the light ball wins we will die
But
when the spears of the light ball
and
bullets of dark cotton collide
Borns “the beauty”
A circle but also an arc
with seven different colours
with a pot of gold at one edge
Appears in the middle of war.
People with wet hair
showering in lukewarm sun light
running for shades
will freeze and will stare
“Look mommy it’s a rainbow”
A woman will hear,
her child says with a deep glare
and
the child of war,
the child of dark and light,
the child of water and fire,
will be there.
By Leo Sathini Weerasinghe
