Hey World, like voices in a dream,
Our voices aren't heard yet!
We shout at the top of our lungs,
But none of you hear our cries,
And no one bothers to wipe away our tears!
Maybe the media distorts the truth,
Or you just don't want to know the truth!
Hey World, like voices underwater,
You only see the floating bubbles,
And no one bothers to read our lips!
Images of our tortures, pains, and rapes,
Are spread everywhere, seen by all,
But no one says a word to soothe our pains,
Our real lives are much less sympathized with than movies.
Hey World, like voices in a storm,
No one cares to distinguish our cries from the storms,
You only care about what's flying around in the air,
Not even how many lives we cease to breathe!
The smashing of a child's head on the stone wall,
The burning of an old woman with her homes!
It's sad, for our lives are less valued than a lab pup!
Like a little girl encircled by hungry wolves,
Our lives are no better than death,
Our deaths are as certain as the sunset in the west!
Even our dreams are no better than our real lives,
We face the highest torture life can ever endure!
Our existence is continually under the highest threat,
Like endangered species, we'll be extinct one day!
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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