Across the God-gifted Land of nagas, Replete with history of a bloody saga, An enraged voice echoes in the valleys, Reverberating in the streets and alleys.
‘Tis the voice of young men & women: Longing to flee from corrupt’s domain; Crying out to heavens for deliverance From dishonest men & their influence.
‘Tis the voice of a betrayed generation: Dreaming of an early peaceful solution, For a Cause fathered by score o’ leaders- Each wit’ a motley crew of tax gatherers.
‘Tis the voice of faithful believers: Praying for God-inspired preachers To wax strong amongst poor or rich; Live according to what they preach!
‘Tis the voice of innocent children: Beseeching to lighten their burden, Made heavier by the ignorant elders; More unbearable by corrupt leaders!
Deaf to the ears of the unrepentant, The voice soaked in tearful content Resonates in the Heaven’s corridor, And seek justice for every corruptor!
The ever-patient God has watched The responsible evils go untouched, But He will curse & vex every corrupt’s way And raise an honest generation on His day!
A. Anato Swu Satakha town