The New Hope



Image courtesy Sri Lanka Brief

Anonymous Poem


I have learned humility,
to respect my brother,

to walk on the straight line
when the man in blue

requires compliance,
but I am not drunk,

and I am not free,
yet tonight I will eat

hoppers on national
televsion, not in a private

soiree, so the fisherman
and cobbler, the man

who shaved my beard,
will see that I belong

to them, and am
ready to say to the boss,

enough, too much.
Thank you for your service,

now goodbye.
Let hoppers be served

in all departments
from North to South.

Let us celebrate
the Ceylonese Spring.