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The ballad of Alan Ryan
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AHIMSA WICKREMATUNGE
Lasantha was The Sunday Leader
He didn't rest on weekdays
With a burning passion for truth
He was unbowed, and unafraid
He raised his pen for Sri Lanka
Against the criminals all around
He faced just as many attempts
As the "honest politicians" abound
Unwavering in his values
Lasantha worked day 'n night
To lend his voice to the wronged
Unshaken by tyrants
Unfazed, always tough
Trust beaming in his eyes
To fix our nation's plight
They thought his silence will blind us
Or help them escape justice
No, his spirit is still in pursuit
We'll make those cowards pay
In his notebook, we're brave
We're more aware than before
Unbowed, and unafraid
We'll right the wrong he saw
