By Dr Ruwan M Jayatunge

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thoughtƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ 
and the thought has found words.ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Robert Frost

Woodstock Convention

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Near bethel NY
Three Days ofƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Peace & Music
Half -million souls gathered
Towards one direction

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ It was a catharsis
It was a cry for freedom
It was an ultimate emancipation
It was the magical multicolored phenomenon of pop culture

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ The insignificant group of social outcastsƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ 
Went in search of truth
Have they found it?
We donƒÆ’‚¢ƒ¢-¡‚¬ƒ¢-¾‚¢t know yet

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ They were determined to goƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ back to the Garden
Challenging the conservative traditions
Revolting against the political hypocrisies of our time
Rejecting the censored truth

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Deep voice ofƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Joe Cocker
Protest songs of Joan Baez,
Electric rhythm of Jimi Hendrix
Made their intuitions strong

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Battles won, treaties signed and rulers elected
New inventions made, Patent received
Factories manufactured and people consumed
But the empty space was never addressed

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ The cynicism of the Modern World
Errors made by the previous generation
Breach created due to the generation gap
Emphasized in a different form

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Woodstock Generation was unique
They challenged the world
Not with arms and ammunition
By projecting the necked reality of our very existenceƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ 

The Eyewitness of Hotel Rwanda

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ From a tiny window of the hotel Rwanda
I saw two tribes killing each other
Man against man
Brother against brother
I witnessed killings and massacre

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ The insane evil Radio
Controlled the minds of people
Constantly giving commands
Go go go
Go and kill cockroaches

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ The good men of yesterday
Turned in to savages
No remorse or guilt
Seeking blood and human flesh

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ I saw little orphans in fear of death
Looking for safe places
No place to run
No place to hide
They were abandoned by the rest of the world

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ DC Sniper

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ His heart is cold as winter ice
He feels no passion
He got snake eyes
He could see the victims in dark nights

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Driven by rage
Guided by insanity
Obsessed with slaughter
He is compelled to pull the triggerƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ 

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Like a deadly arrow
His metal fragment would silent an innocent man
The victim would never know
That he was touched by the DC Sniper

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ A Schizophrenic

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ My world is limited
Filled with wired sounds
I see Rocky Marciano
Fighting with Woody Allen

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ Long time ago
Aliens abducted me
They fixed wires in to my brain
Then sucked out my brain substance

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ I cannot control my thoughts
Because thoughts control me
Some kind of energy is inside me
Giving continuous commands

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ I hate to go to the Bush House London
Where the BBC transmits my thoughts
People often express amusementƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ 
When they read my thoughts

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ A man with a black jacket
Is an agent from the KGB
He is spying and tries to track me down
May be he wants to take me to Moscow

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ I was in Lubianka
Questioned by Lorenthy Beria
I was released by the NKVD
Then planted in Pennsylvania

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ When JFK was murdered
I knew the secret plot
No one took it seriously
Not even my psychiatrist

ƒÆ’-¡ƒ”š‚ When the Deep Throat revealed his identity
All the president’s men pardoned him
I cannot reveal my secrets
It would lead to a catastrophe
I bear top secrets
I know all the classified information
The world cannot survive without my skills