Plaidoirie for a “Prince” of Jaffna ?

Plaidoirie for a "Prince" of Jaffna ?

by T. Wignesan

“We learn from history that we learn nothing from history.”
George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950) Nobel Prize

Blue blood gushes when heroes die
   From gory wounds on battlefields
Not in castle intrigues when for a lie
   Crowns use commoners as shields.

A royal house does not construct itself
   After centuries have broken tradition
Or on formal rules on how to name itself
   Nor on who should follow in succession.

A true prince re-possesses the land first
   Takes for his witnesses native-born citizens
Bids them follow his will out of dire thirst
   Not as the self-crowned leader of denizens.

To be born a Kshastriya is not a privilege,
   The birthright is even an act of sacrilege
If he who dons the crown scorns the people;
   A spurned poem in the culled florilege.

In the blown sliver of land at Great Bharat’s feet
   No one knows what Tamil line came to greet
Found refuge and took throne to announce a reign
   Nor helas to make much of a glorious feat.

Kings are not born to hoist the castial banner,
   Rather had they earlier scaled the social ladder
Through heroic deeds by protecting the masses;
   Chieftains peer-elected to top the social order.

A Prince may not bring dishonour to his kingdom
   In times of strive for the sake of Christendom;
If he seeks spurious honours to feather his nest
   And alienates a people who die for freedom.

A King is he who in high danger opts for sacrifice
   Like Kattabomman seeking no excuse nor artifice
Met the East India Company’s Collector all alone
   And fought his valiant way through gunfire malice.

The history of Tamil kingdoms in all ages gone by
   Teaches us the same lesson made proverbial by
An Ettappan who in his insatiable envy of grandeur
   Caused the ultimate Tamil Prince to hang high.

We live in a world where politicians are the real Princes
   Who wear no crowns but their ministerial pince-nez;
Yet other captains struggle against such fait accompli
   And in jungles forge a human bulwark of chances.

It’s not the cherry on the icing that makes a cake
   If underneath the slender icing over a lake
Wild worms bore at the crust raised in protection,
   Won’t people then take a Kshastriya for a fake.

If you want to be king then let your voice be true
   Renounce all wish to be ordained a true blue;
Let the people choose what they want for a crown
   If they need you, will they not call upon you.

Uneasy the head which wears the realm’s crown
   While the people fret and fume and frown;
See how caretaker John usurps the Lion-Heart’s throne:
   Uneasier the head become the butt of a clown.

Lay aside all thought of fame
   In the quest for a feudal name;
He who assumes an ancient title
   Must prove worthy of the same.


T. Wignesan



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