A Poem coined by a famous Peradeniya honker turned Catholic priest
Politics in Lanka is a dirty game
Sans sense of honesty, honour or shame.
On election-campaigns that squander millions,
When in power, make illicit billions.
Full of corruption, nepotism, crime,
They leave no footprints in the sands of time,
Self-seeking, self-serving, power-drunk quacks,
Cover up their crab-like, crooked tracks.
Abuse their power for self and perks,
Goons and buffoons, men of straw,
Brazenly bend and break the law.
Pledges broken or forgotten soon,
Barefaced, through their teeth they lie,
On hollow words can we rely?
They flagrantly flout every rule in the book,
To come into power by hook or by crook,
From one party to another they jump,
Kiss President’s feet and lick his rump.
Make ample hay while sun doth shine.
Of life’s best things they have their fill,
The taxpayers have to foot the bill.
They trot the globe and have a ball,
In five-star hotel, shopping mall,
Lavishly splurge like duke or count,
On bankrupt Lanka’s state account.
Gobbling Lanka’s scarce resources,
Our so-called rulers, leading lights,
Are a bunch of social parasites.
Our people, rich and poor are fleeced,
Most of them to the core are rotten,
They flaunt and flash their wealth ill-gotten.
Their numerous assets to declare?
An auditor’s test they will not pass,
Many would end up behind bars.
In their own cupboards many skeletons rattle.
A sincere statesman I fail to see
Among Sri Lanka’s powers-that-be.
Made traitors, villains of today..
Free-media muzzled, my country’s bane.
Journalists, editors attacked and slain.
Many politicians are vermin, pests,
Who earn fast-bucks and feather their nests,
They leave no footprints in the sands of time,
But craftily cover up their tracks of crime.
