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America, America

The acquisitions,
Louisiana, Alaska, Texas and so forth,
The stripes that are like the Tigers,
Ferocious when hungry and no pussy cat,
In international affairs.
The stars, a reminder that stardust,
Is what the American dream is made of.
And Gettysburg was leaving behind,
A darkness, as dark as the plight of Kunta Kinte.
And a Bartholdi sculpture stands tall
Near an entrance to this beautiful land,
Boasting a freedom bigger than any,
Smaller than none. Like a solitary revolver,
At the hands of a loner, and how
Emancipating one moment
Of sheer anarchy is.


Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.

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