When I think of May, I no longer think of May flowers. In fact, the month of May only brings to my mind images of the suffering of our people. I think of the tens of thousands of innocent civilians bodies, I think of the tens of thousands of people who were displaced and forced into concentration-style camps, I think of the tens of thousands of children who were orphaned, and I think of the tens of thousands of people who were injured, and I think of the tens of thousands of girls who were raped. No, I no longer can think of flowers in May. I can only think of the suffering of my people. - Mathusan Mahalingam
Posted on: Wed, 16 Apr 2014 11:00:00 +0000
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