One Hundred Days

One hundred days had gone pass’d by,

Not once, it vex’d thy beating heart,

The eyes of the earth hate and decry,

While thy opaque eyes see but a willful art.

Crimes no soul has ever committed,

Pain no woman has ever endur’d,

Desperation no child has ever been subject to,

Plights mired in silence beyond redemption.

One hundred days had gone pass’d by,

Thy silence buoys up the slumping violence,

While the Kuki_Zos are left unheard to die,

The state’s pogrom endures unabat’d with precipitance.

One hundred days had gone pass’d by,

Thou are no longer what they claim thou art,

Thy surly stance paints pictures of bedridden lies,

To steal our dreams and subdue our bleeding hearts.

One hundred days is too long, too late,

No peace can wipe the tears of the lost souls,

All that remains are ashes of our beloveds’ fate,

Only separation can stop the bleeding wound’s holes.