Brother's pain lingers, wounds that won't seal,
Sister's torment etched, memories never concealed.
Homes ablaze, churches lost, all razed to the ground,
Cities burning with hues of yellow and red.
Have we fallen so far, respect for one's faith unsound?
Gunshots pierce the air, chaos unfurls, panic shakes,
Families run, innocents scatter, their hearts break,
No refuge left but for prayers to ascend;
Humanity lost, darkness creeping its deadly hand
A heart mourns, no place remains, no home can it be.
In this season of cheer and delight,
Our souls bleed, consumed by the night.
Charred house and church, forever changed,
Lost daughter, father, mother, and a life estranged.
Gatherings missed, church echoes with despair,
Loneliness seeping through, no solace to bear.
Brothers undaunted, standing on the Frontline,
Protecting us, unmoved by the cold weather.
Fearless, their lives they lay, bullets they defy,
In bravery, they face every daunting trail.
God's holy weapon, stronger than any fray,
We shan't squander, for our God is unfailing.
Through faith 's resilience, a brighten future we decree.
Thingkho Le Malcha (TLM) is a traditional method of communication used to send out messages across the Kuki hills during the Anglo-Kuki War,1917-1919... more
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