Aren’t you writing anything?
How do we write
when deprived of all emotions
when struck by barbarity of great magnitude
~
Evil, they say provokes you
I, a mother, refuses to give in to it
No dirge or chant
lest curses may run from thy lips
~
My silence is all I give
that I may harness my anger
to speak healing to our land
Ura uvie! Ura uvie!
~
Yes, victory to our land
Even if they try to wipe our lives and memory
May the world know
that the Nagas held their dignity
that all may live
Ningreichon
