We stand before the smoldering haze,
Where once our people spent their days.
Where children laughed and elders spoke,
Now silence lies beneath the smoke.
Government, where were your hands,
When hatred swept across our lands?
Where were your words when fire spread,
When streets ran crimson, thick with dread?
We pleaded for help, we called for peace,
But you stood still, let the violence increase.
Turned a blind eye to the cries of pain,
As families shattered, nothing remained.
Was our blood so cheap, our lives so small,
That justice was never meant for us at all?
Why did you watch and never defend,
While our homes crumbled, as lives would end?
Your silence was more than a failure to act,
A shield for the guilty, complicit in fact.
The riots raged, unchecked, unbound,
And you stood still without a sound.
Where are the trials? Where is the blame?
Where is the law to reclaim our name?
We seek the truth, but the truth you hide,
Justice denied, our wounds open wide.
No answers come, no solace given,
While killers walk, their sins forgiven.
Is this the rule you choose to keep?
A system that sows and nurtures grief?
We question your honor, we question your power,
Where was your might in our darkest hour?
You say you protect, you say you are just,
Yet you left us all to rot in dust.
Until justice is served, our voices won’t cease,
We’ll call out your lies, demand our peace.
Our people deserve to see the day,
When those complicit have a price to pay.
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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