i am tired of reading NEWS. BBC to Tamilnet to alternatives. vanangaman missions, to Transcurrents to that and this. on the way i say ‘forget it’
i am tired of FACES. faces crying from baghdad to gaza to darfur. along with them vanni.
they differs by their skin n’ ethnicity, yet they cry da same. it tires me. it sews my vagina, while i bleed. it halts my desires towards life.
i am tired in a stolen land hearing ‘em.
yet, my people are tired of walking, running, losing (their land, children, …) cursing at the guns, and when non existing dog-god witnessing, they are tired
Of crying.
Ma ya hee, ma ya haa (Ay)
Ma ha hoo, ma ya ha ha
Ma ya hee, ma ya haa (It’s a special what’s haapnin’ to all my)
Ma ha hoo, ma ya ha ha (All my soldiers over there in Iraq)
Ma ya hee, ma ya haa (‘Errbody right here)
Ma ha hoo, ma ya ha ha (What you need to do is be thankful for the life you got, know what I’m saying?)
Ma ya hee, ma ya haa (Stop looking at what you ain’t got and start being thankful for what you do got)
Ma ha hoo, ma ya ha ha (Let’s give it to ‘em, baby girl!)