Midweek Review
The Noon Lynching
By Lynn Ockersz
As the world looked on aghast,
They worked with ruthless efficiency,
They stoned him,
Lynched him,
And set him ablaze,
Leaving little trace of their victim;
There was no fumbling, no hesitation,
It was as if their work was cut out,
And no matters of the heart,
Could come in-between;
They acted it seemed,
To the beat of demon drums,
And who scripted this death-by-stoning,
Is the question that demands answering;
Certainly, it did not descend,
From the Wisdom of the Ages,
That brings all cultures together;
Rather, it seemed the handiwork of bankrupt preachers,
Who live by mouthing Mantras of division,
And prey ravenously on the minds of the gullible;
But Sri Lanka, remain with your good neighbourly relations.