Owl Poetry & Prose

Our Babies Are Dying…

The hourglass is trickling

The sands of time, the powercuts, the lines, the protests and in the hospitals

The heartbeat is slowing and waning…till it stops in a straight line ___

The mothers & fathers are scuttling in desperation

To buy milk & food to feed their babies, to buy medicines

Yet there is none

There is no money

You have raped our country

Gota & your bloody family

Bloody coz you have killed

Bloody coz you are damned

Bloody coz you have the blood of our babies on your hands

Not just you

The cronies you enriched, the web of spiders you weaved

They who would sell their mothers to feed their greed

And the people are crying

#GoHomeGota #Pissek #GoHomeRajapaksas

Yet you don’t care, you laugh like the Hitler you truly are

Your foolish 69 have finally realised their folly and crime

Our babies are dying but it is you who will soon be crying

No more will we be silenced

No more will we be indifferent

No more

Go to Hell Rajapaksas

& take your feacal fleas with you


*Image credit to the original artist.

Meet Lilanka
“what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
An eclectic personality with a penchant for creativity, Lilanka is an old soul who loves life, laughter and stepping off the beaten track. She finds joy in nature, travelling and venting her existential frustrations via her writing while calming her body with food and her soul with music. Her motto is – “what is meant to be comes about of what one does”.
A collection of eclectic expressions from life according to Lilanka Botejue. From her creative outbursts and passionate views to her love for nature, food, music and archaeology, Owl Muses is an attempt to capture these moments in time.
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