No No Thanks Maya .
By Kukkul Neelan. - Kandy
Thank you Maya for the Grammy and Oscar you want to bring to Lanka
But sorry we are in a wretched state unable to celebrate.
Thou have brought honour and distinction to your motherland
But for Lanka there is a long way to go to have a luxury like that
Though a few think otherwise, this is a house in total mess
Things are getting worse and worse and we have got everything wrong in here.
Thuggary is the rule of law and to bring peace we have put every life under threat
All Lankans are becoming slumdogs with no lead to becoming a millionaire
Too many people are coming and going to check to see if we are still breathing
Perhaps when Lanka is buried they will plant coconut trees here
Dig for oil and build their bases and we have sold the sovereignty for artillery shells
Sorry Maya we are not in a mood to celebrate your Grammy and Oscar
Will peace ever dawn, nobody seems to know
Though there are only three languages
We hardly understand each other as we all speak in different tongues
But you have brought all the world to sing after you as they all understand you
Though there are people making a lot of money, through war and misery
People are becoming poorer and poorer
And everybody seems to love their dry ration packs
Dignity in Lanka is long gone and now a forgotten word
Few people are counting on the houses in Kilinochi to loot
So that they too can become rich
But for now, they are only sending in artillery shells
So that people will run away with no time to take their valuables in their hand.
Sorry we are not able to invite you to Lanka
For the shell sound we live in will be no music to you
Get another Oscar in ten years time and we will give you a state welcome
Or get one every year so that we can meet you somewhere down the line
Sorry Maya, this is a house in despair and discord
We will only spoil your mood
Better not tell you are a Lankan though you remain the only
Silver lining and beacon of perseverance and determination
And the role model for future generations
Come in ten years time, may be Mia, we would have solved our problems
Then we will beat the drums and serve you the rice in milk
But for now we only here lectures and sermons and busy fighting the war
While on the ground only blood flow
In Death we live and Hate we breathe
You can go to your old school in Jaffna without any checking in between
Come in ten years time, but for now, we are sorry.
Sorry Maya, have a party for now in Hawaii, Obama will show you the way
We will tell you when to come, then you can walk
Through the length and breadth of Lanka in peace and harmony
But for now we are only paving rivers for blood to flow
And counting the death and destruction
Firing crackers if the score is high
But nobody seems to know or care where we are going
What has befallen Lanka we all seem not to know.
Though all our girls and boys want to see you
Have a party in Hawaii and send us a plane we all will come
I can vouch and swear there will be no fighting inside the plane
And that too on my own grave as it is not far away as for everyone else
As people in Lanka today I am busy writing my own obituary
Get another Oscar when we will be free
Then we will give you a big party rolling the carpet red
But for now we are sorry, we are on the move not knowing where we are going
Thank you Maya for the Grammy and Oscar you want to bring to Lanka
But sorry we are in a wretched state unable to celebrate.
Thou have brought honour and distinction to your motherland
But for Lanka there is a long way to go to have a luxury like that
Though a few think otherwise, this is a house in total mess
Things are getting worse and worse and we have got everything wrong in here.
Thuggary is the rule of law and to bring peace we have put every life under threat
All Lankans are becoming slumdogs with no lead to becoming a millionaire
Too many people are coming and going to check to see if we are still breathing
Perhaps when Lanka is buried they will plant coconut trees here
Dig for oil and build their bases and we have sold the sovereignty for artillery shells
Sorry Maya we are not in a mood to celebrate your Grammy and Oscar
Will peace ever dawn, nobody seems to know
Though there are only three languages
We hardly understand each other as we all speak in different tongues
But you have brought all the world to sing after you as they all understand you
Though there are people making a lot of money, through war and misery
People are becoming poorer and poorer
And everybody seems to love their dry ration packs
Dignity in Lanka is long gone and now a forgotten word
Few people are counting on the houses in Kilinochi to loot
So that they too can become rich
But for now, they are only sending in artillery shells
So that people will run away with no time to take their valuables in their hand.
Sorry we are not able to invite you to Lanka
For the shell sound we live in will be no music to you
Get another Oscar in ten years time and we will give you a state welcome
Or get one every year so that we can meet you somewhere down the line
Sorry Maya, this is a house in despair and discord
We will only spoil your mood
Better not tell you are a Lankan though you remain the only
Silver lining and beacon of perseverance and determination
And the role model for future generations
Come in ten years time, may be Mia, we would have solved our problems
Then we will beat the drums and serve you the rice in milk
But for now we only here lectures and sermons and busy fighting the war
While on the ground only blood flow
In Death we live and Hate we breathe
You can go to your old school in Jaffna without any checking in between
Come in ten years time, but for now, we are sorry.
Sorry Maya, have a party for now in Hawaii, Obama will show you the way
We will tell you when to come, then you can walk
Through the length and breadth of Lanka in peace and harmony
But for now we are only paving rivers for blood to flow
And counting the death and destruction
Firing crackers if the score is high
But nobody seems to know or care where we are going
What has befallen Lanka we all seem not to know.
Though all our girls and boys want to see you
Have a party in Hawaii and send us a plane we all will come
I can vouch and swear there will be no fighting inside the plane
And that too on my own grave as it is not far away as for everyone else
As people in Lanka today I am busy writing my own obituary
Get another Oscar when we will be free
Then we will give you a big party rolling the carpet red
But for now we are sorry, we are on the move not knowing where we are going