Run brother run
Leave the guns behind
the madman
his cyanide
and his gang of murderers

Run sister run
Let them fight their battle
Your children are your own
Not theirs to
Train and mould
Into killing machines

Run brother run
Make your weary way
Across the lagoon
Sri Lanka waits
Patiently for the arrival
Of her children
Taken from her by force

Run sister run
And we run with you
To safety
And you will see
For yourself what the truth really is

30 years of violence
will end today

so my friend

Sashikala Premawardhane

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