13 September, 2020
Your lethal sword pierces me,
Sinking deep into my soul;
Tearing its way through
skin and bone...
My soul in bleeding pain.
For your sword is not of metal,
Nor its sheath of iron,
But of air so hot and fierce
Not even the lips can barricade.
The bleeding has now stopped
Yet the scar will stay along.
As blood bleeds red to red;
Raw word breeds hate to hate
Both tongue and heart
In acrid dread.
H.R.M. Hitihamu,
Grade 13 Arts,
Hillwood College,
Kandy.