Nagas
Desolate, us like never before.
Our village burned down to ashes,
Thinking what will happen.
Dark days raining over us,
We were conquered,
But we emerged with enthusiastic.
Horrifying world war 2.
Fought in our soil,
We were impair.
Our village burned down to ashes,
Flee away in another soil,
In search of asylum.
Shed a tears, blood, sweat,
As if it rains for 200 years.
But we emerged from that scene,
We were conquered,
But we stood firm with a vigiour mind,
With our shield and dao.
For i'm naga,
Together we hoe,
Tall in the yields, hence we sow,
In freedom we grow.
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