Udaya R. Tennakoon
Culture of the Violence - Welikada Prison Massacre
The invisible hands, having an arbitrary power
The military of regime were manipulated manner
The law was broken by their iron boots
Inside the prison, violating its own codes of banner
Suppressed the uprising in their civilized hammer
One night who may imagine the tension
Prisoners in their locked cells never hoped
Having a list of names, left guns again returned
In between the silence and filthy words of uniforms
Repeated gun shots echoed the terror on the wall
Everything was silenced over the dead bodies
Brutally killed blood being laid on the floors
No body knows some pictures of victims leaked
Who are the killers behind the night the prison knows
Though the military did, yet command a secret
Public Media displayed variety of news
In those facts it generalizes the truth
On the twenty nine humans deaths
Justice behind sleeps with blind eyes
Everything becomes silence later and can it call a peace or culture
The time is being allowed to liquidate as of the other crimes usual
Society is idealized ans learning to justify as criminals or the fate
As in the final war killed millions of live are terrorists
From the view of past, the culture of violence in a viscous circle
Udaya R. Tennakoon