Our Martyrs’ Voices Matter

Dear Maa, Paa, and others dear to our hearts,
Your concerns for us weigh heavily,
Enduring day and night on our behalf.
Your love, boundless,
Yet, we sometimes falter, falling short of your expectations
In our earthly journey.

Through many days and nights,
In tattered attire, amidst freezing temperatures,
Lying in the morgue as strangers without kin,
Time passes by,
No one arrives to awaken us.
After seven long months,
peacefully resting in our ancestral land, having fulfilled our roles.

Congratulations on the burial sites,
However, we've reached our destination while you linger behind.
Perhaps weariness is the case,
Rise and strive for our sole intention: SEPARATE ADMINISTRATION.
The key to this is unity,
Leave no stone unturned until it is achieved.

We are silenced for you to speak out,
Inaudible for you to hear,
Sightless for you to see,
24/7 Entombed for the intention
Where the almighty God is,
There lies the key [UNITY]; consequently,
Him first, and the rest shall unfold.