Traitor!
One who walks like a shadow in our path,
Tearing apart the pages of heroic history,
Feeding off the crown of his own kin,
A man enslaved to twisted thoughts —
Yes, he too may be Tamil,
But born of a generation that never held the flame of Tamil pride!
Think for a moment…
He who forgets his mother tongue,
Suppresses the scent of his soil,
Treats his own culture as a burden,
And bows in reverence to the foreign tongue —
Such a being cannot even utter the word freedom with meaning.
Where is their untiring spirit?
Where is the brave heart that once throbbed for justice?
Freedom is no act of mercy —
It is a flame’s tongue, a blazing spear!
Along the path…
There are pits of betrayal,
Masked faces trapped in whirlpools,
Eyes grown dim, minds made hollow,
Cunning foxes lurking —
Clothed in Tamil skin, yet beasts in nature.
Those dissolved in servitude,
Who offered their own hands to the enemy,
Who silenced themselves before buried history —
Should we not grieve for them more than fear them?
Today, in every word we speak,
There must be a rhythm of resistance.
In every faltering tongue,
There must be the fire of uprising!
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He may not hold a conch, but his heart holds rage.
She may not carry a gun, but her eyes burn with flame!
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Freedom —
Is no short journey,
It is a long, suffocating war
That spans generations.
You cannot walk it without caution —
You cannot win it without soul.
Our goal: Liberation.
Our path: A trail of fire.
Our voice: Not a mother’s weep — but a war cry!
Our poetry: Not mere beauty — but living truth!
Now,
Those who walk clutching the enemy’s hand,
Will one day turn and face themselves;
And on that day,
Their betrayal will melt in their tears,
And perhaps, even they will be rewritten into Tamil history.
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Let Tamil live!
Let liberation rise!
Let the traitors tremble!
Let a new war awaken!
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Liberation is not a label — it is the living breath of fire!
Poet: Eelaththu Nilavan
– A call against betrayal, for the awakening of the Tamil spirit, and the long journey to true freedom –
