The Devil is a Five-headed
Snake, says the father.
The son says, Nay, it's a Six-headed one. And then their hearts burn
with hate for each others —
and they live apart for many years.

"When I Think Of My People Broken Down", as translated in "The Poetry of Sri Lanka" Journal of South Asian Literature, Vol. 12, No. 1 (Fall-Winter 1976), published by Asian Studies Center, Michigan State University, p. 11

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