Death is our Truest Friend!

How dare you set foot on our land?!
And dictate to us with your own terms and conditions.
Our land and resources are not for sale to exploit!
Nor for you to put up at the table for bidding & tender!
We are not your slaves to be traded at your will,
Rather noble citizens to be honored!
Nor our rights be abused by your kleptocracy.

Lo! We'll ne'er surrender to fall on your knees easily!
Unless you slay us all with the blades of your cruel swords!
Nor will our existence & identity be at your mercy!
For if you choose to co-exist peacefully with us,
You will not see better friends than us!
If you rather choose violence to rule over us,
You will not see foes fiercer than us!

Lo! Be aware! We are not even scared of death!
For death is our truest friend who never fails us daily!
If you rule over us by brute force; in brute force, we will resist!
If you rule over us with love; with love, we will serve!
If you rule over us in peace; in peace, we will live!
So, choose your weapons well in dealing with us!
For we will never give away even an inch of our Fatherland!

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(This poem is written against the tyrannical government of India over the Kukis)