Now that it's crystal clear, what's next?
Do we accept this obnoxious villain from the west?
Or keep our fingers crossed and watch fate unfold?
Enslaved by megalomaniacs who sell their souls for gold,
Reign over by a covetous devourer who feeds on innocent gore.
Are we aware of the menace from the east?
Their minds filled with envy and disdain,
Surreptitiously, raring for our blunder,
With their horde gawping at our every move.
Can we free ourselves from the menacing beast's grasp?
End our boundless agony?
Assuage our anguish and write a new chapter in history?
Our caitiff leaders ceaselessly beat down by big ones.
Innocent blood is shed at little to no cost.
The elderly lament like a morose toddler, crying in the rain.
The cry for justice echoes far and wide.
Yet, before our eyes, our exertion are grinded to dust.
The villain returns home rewarded, while we're left to rust.
But measure for measure will fall.
The wild dogs will break free from their leash.
Younker and geezer will be embellish with gat and ball.
Survival will be arduous, even for the water bear.
We can only strive, tussle, survive, patch and mend,
And pray time brings these brutes to their gruesome end.
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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