Chp 195. Blood is spilled - a voice cries out.

Blood is spilled in the land of Peace.
Four innocent lives,
washed away like paper boat against a tempest.


Tonight four families weep in sorrow.
But pray, be strong,
for the whole of Mizoram weeps with you.


My Mizoram - land of such serene tranquility.
And yet today,
the radicals proclaim "T’is only the beginning"!


I wonder where the wind will blow from here.
Will we revert,
to the days when guns were louder than free will?


No, the power of conscience must not falter!
Kindred we are,
and no ethnic differences can refute that claim.


Memories open floodgates of Isaac L.Hmar.
Brutally murdered,
by the very same people with such bloodied hands.


Oh hatred, how quick is your execution.
With a flash,
you've delivered your judgment with no remorse.


Chaos and unrest you spew out like venom.
Mindless violence,
sounds contradictory to the paradise I call “Home”.


Did those four innocents spill blood in vain?
Hell NO!
for the Mizo kindred bond is now stronger than ever!


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Rest in peace R.Lalrindika, B.Lalchunglura, Lalremthanga and David Rualthankhuma. God bless.