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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The eclipse hour United we are. Struggle we face . Fight we did. Saga we are now. Of our thorngs written in the book of diamond. The war we use to know Of once it was. Remembered us with tears, In the name of black day. Our old family fighting with a pavement heart. Their souls crying with a times. Of those bloody days. How it start and to end, Hope was once torn, For every pillar was crush down. How brave were they, Fighting with a lost hope. Expectations was lost while within, To rebuilt the broken nation. But we the divine kuki nation, Stretched our unity with a flag of saga, For to ember to past with a present. Let season come and go. But the seasons of a remembrance black day, Will be pavement in our heart. Mercy was all absent those days. People of people drive out with unfair death. All smile faded away, For mercy was all absent. Hunger the even forgot. If man to man no pity would have born, But men to child and women. How can a tears don't wish to flow down, And how can a heart don't wish to tune a melancholic song. O lord this memories won't fade way, Even if a morning star won't rise, Sometime this memories took me away at the place, where I don't want to tear out. O lord of the day, Return back our rain and storm, for to renew our day. This clay life will long cry, For we were once criticized with a blood of innocent , We forgive but we don't forget For my families were behind death. Written by -Theophylus N. Haokip —
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