In the middle of May,
She turned mad with rage.
Our mad woman is an eyesore:
She reeks of insult and injustice.
So cage her in and swallow the key,
Wash it down with blood and poetry.
They walked her into madness,
Paraded her to insanity.
Her skin bare, her thoughts suicidal.
When she made it out alive,
She took a kitchen knife to war
To kill the shame of an endless walk.
Mind you, the woman is mad.
She paints her body red,
And lurks behind tyrants
Who causes bloodbath in the streets.
They took her to a room,
Her skin bare, her thoughts suicidal.
She never made it out alive,
While her parents wept:
"Olivia,Florence!"
Themis did witness the fate
Of our mad woman in the attic.
Let her speak and she'll bark,
Let her reason and she'll fight,
Free her and watch men die.
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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