"The blood of martyrs is the seed of freedom."

The Flames That Never Die.....  


Upon this earth where shadows creep,  

And tyrants walk where martyrs sleep,  

We light the torch of memory bright,  

For those who rose in fearless fight.  


Rohana Wijeweera, the voice of flame,  

You spoke the truth and bore scorn and shame.  

The people’s cry, the rebel’s call,  

You stood defiant and gave your all.  


The bullets came, the night turned red,  

Yet still your words live on, unsaid—  

Not dead, but sown in fertile ground,  

Where echoes of your call resound.  


No tomb can hold a fire so bold,  

No chains can bind the dreams you told.  

For every dawn that breaks anew,  

We see the sky in shades of you.  


So sleep, dear brothers, sleep in might,  

Your struggle was the people’s light.  

And though they struck with hands of fear,  

The revolution still draws near.  

This poem honors their sacrifice while affirming that their ideals endure. Let us remember them not only in grief but also in a renewed commitment to justice.

💗 BY - Prsanna Wijayasinghe...


 

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