Yes You

Maniacal species of the valley,
The consistency of your "culture" amazing,
Your deceptive nature unceasing,
All your hardcore barbarism since May,
All the innocent Kuki bloods you shall pay,
If not right now but surely one day.

Your mothers thieving, their sons rapists,
The audacity of your lot applaudable,
They glorify all your atrocities until
You go die in the Kuki hills,
Then they cry over your mere deaths,
Even Shakespeare amused.

A year long of your lies and crimes,
The media and forces on your side,
You fear none as a balded devil's got you.
Truth twisters no matter the transparency,
Disgusting, sick, greedy and ruthless lots,
One of a kind in the 21st century.

Mob lynched and burnt us alive,
Paraded us naked, raped and murdered,
Dragged our lifeless bodies on the ground,
And you dare exalt with our body parts on display,
Truth being you see and hear your misdeeds,
Yet your justification for them wonderful.

Time and again hunted us like preys easy,
Even Satan's appalled at your lunacy.
Pretty clear conscience have left the valley,
A pitiful lot worst of the worst,
Your utmost atrocities and taunts we bore,
Your mockery of the Lord and karma you shall bear.