Waiting For Justice Poem by Palitha Ranatunge

The moon fades
The bat goes and
Crickets are chirping
A melody of daylight
Embracing tree barks,

Still no sun peeped
Over the eastern shades
Of the green lines of
The tree Kingdom far away
In the misty wilderness,

A huge soft Caracas of
A tusker lay motionless
Without a single tusk
His coarse skin is covered
By black ants and blue flies...

The dead has to be removed
By the forest by itself, according to
A set of funeral rituals
A tiger, jackal, monitor or a vulture
has the right for such,

None has appeared, I wonder?
Still the tiger to come!
Still the jackal to come!
Still the monitor to come!
Still the vulture to come! ,

Well, they may have determined
Not to disturb the crime scene
By tampering evidence of the kill
Foot prints of the mercenaries
Who fearless of their conscience,

They are not to damage
The blood soaked bullet wounds
Still warm with the pain of the animal
Made by the thundering rifle shots
On the majestic skull of the king,

Yes, all have been waiting for
The forest officers to come
Witnessing this criminal offence
And finding the heartless killers
The true enemies of Mother Nature..