Kangleimaichou

Where have you squandered The Freedom my uncle earned With his youth and blood? The freedom my uncle earned With struggle and campaigns To kindle the hope we deserve With the stroke of a pen In our name, in a democracy Came the stranger power In battalions, with map rolls Soldiers equipped for wars While the local fat cats spoke The armed democracy men Strode behind with arms akimbo Sometimes they patted the cats Sometimes they scowled at them Thus they spoke democracy Thus they declared democracy Thus we were told of it Were we asked, if so, when? Were we, at least, informed? Why this in our own land? Who are these fat cats? Who are these stranger pen men? Why must we be told in our house? My uncle asked, like any youth Any sensible person would ask Any living person would demand A walking person would enquire For it was in their house So my uncle asked in his house But he was called names Soon he was pushed around Soon he was outlawed He had t...

Once it shone bright Like the ancestral stars Like a guiding light Sometimes like a prop Beyond it was nothing Thus he followed With hope to feel With desire to touch Or perhaps to live She came as love He knew what it was Brought her heart Even her virgin soul All was offered And he had them all He was different, They all uttered He was ambitious, Most would say It was the stars For in the chase He learned so much He knew everything, All about them Such was the man A man into the world Who knew his place Who knew his calibre He was a threat Yet was harmless He was a pure enigma Like a claimed shaman Who knew his world That was an emptiness They knew within What they knew not: His fixation was his charm This drove him further Thus made him the drama Most wish to witness