Violence Disarmed

By Lynn Ockersz

The Sage in pristine white,

Sat in sedate Samadhi style,

Anchored in Inner Quietude,

As the vile mob around him,

Spewed words most foul,

Seeking a quick collapse,

Of his ethnic peace project,

But he in quiet meditation,

Disarmed his raucous critics,

With a compassionate smile,

Thus making A. T. Ariyaratne,

A true Disciple of the Noble One,

And a Doctor who treated best,

The ills of the Islander’s heart.