My Way - Last song of Mr. Prabhakaran

This is an email which has been going around, and one of our readers has forwarded it to be placed on the LW blog.

My Way
By Vellupillai Prabhakaran, with apologies to Frank Sinatra

And now the end is near, and so I face the final curtain,
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full of horrors, I've
killed kids, and blown up mothers,
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Regrets I have a few, but then again, too many to mention,

Just because I regret, don't mean I accept blame, aint no exceptions,
I planned each atrocity,
Each careful bombing, along the by-way.
And more, much more than this, I did it my way.
Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I should chew,

But thru' it all, when there was doubt,
I ate and ate, and became quite stout
I hid underground, and curled up small, in my little hiiiide-away.
I've killed, I've raped and pillaged, I've had my fill,

My share of losing, and now, as tears subside,
I find it all so terrifying.
To think I did all that, and may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh no not me, I did it my way.

Now they are closing in, what have I got,
Deluded diaspora, are they happy, no they're not
Guided bombs, MBRLS, a dreaded rain of steel,

They keep coming down, although I kneel.
The record shows, I'm taking blows, up & down the A-9 highway


Sam Muller