A Fractured Tribal Bond

In erstwhile Manipur's hills, tribals once stood tall,
A unity of purpose, that echoed through them all.
But May 3 marked a turning point, a day of dismay,
When tribal solidarity, began to fray.

The Kuki people, with a history so grand and bright,
Now find themselves isolated, in a troubled and dark night.
Tribal bonding torn apart and left it in endless night,
With a distrust that’s so wrong.

Their infidelity, a wound that cuts so deep and wide,
A betrayal of trust, that will forever be remembered.
The bond that once held strong, now lies in tatters and pain,
As the conflict rages on, with no end to the strain.

But still the Kuki-Zo people, hold on to hope,
A brighter day will dawn, when they'll be treated with dignity.
Their resilience will prevail, through the darkness and the pain,
And justice will be served, when their rights are recognized.