A Pledge-Over Your Dead Bodies

Left in the forlorn for months,
Out there not to be found
Burnt to ashes unlike our custom,
Butchered, trampled and sacrileged,
You had witnessed it all in its fulness.
Your fate, was it God’s designed?
No! it was rather the devil’s plot.
Still, some lived lifeless till then,
Confined to your world of four walls,
Helplessness our only bond
A peep through the glass our relationship
Flooded with tears though a drop not shed
No time to mourn yet we mourn silently
Till the dawn of that morn to mourn you!
Finally, you are now laid to Rest,
In a place which is yours
In defense of which you died for,
Amidst the Obituary of Guns’ salute
The Kuki-Zo in unison Pledge solemnly
To defense our Ancestral land,
We pledge to be one, no matter what.
Over your dead bodies!