Will you turn your ear to your baby’s little song….?
He is about to sing you sweet…, a little too long
Oh mother my mother my pretty looking mother
Who stamped you that name….?
What name…? Your name…
A deaf parrot would suit your game
Remember the days we walked together
You held my hand on the A9 path of fear
There were no hills upon that moon my dear
So the dam broke up so many years too sooner
Sri Lanka, you my mother, virgins we know never bear no children
So do you go to my fathersss’ lands…? Do they think of me when they can….?
Is it more bigger than my motherland…?
Mother my mother speak to me now when you can…
All the men were fond of your lusty curves…?
Tell me now…
Did they stimulate you inside the bunker caves…. and seduced your mind with check points and army caves….?
And did they all use Viagra, before you taste a slice of Adam’s apple….?
And didn’t you meet Eve as a precautionary measure …?
Sri Lanka my mother you are my landowner… Tell me now my DNA ladder …
Tell me now because I have the map of heaven and no they have no sewers...
Do they pay you enough for this burning summer…?
My mother are you sold out for a few dollars…?
Awurudu and Vesak fuel the engine more higher
Aren’t you sold out for a few more dollars…?
Oh mother my mother, my landlady cum mother, why are your lullabies sound so vulgar….?
Twenty million bastards you have thrown out of your caring slither
You lease them your minefields in those backyards for sure
Your home guards do the rest yes for sure
Allow me to draw your first blood my mother
Sri Lanka are you a masochist my mother…?
Lie down on this couch, don’t be afraid it floats on water
No visitor is allowed to see you answer
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