Ancient stories are retold today
“Let my people go,”
“I have heard my people cry,”
Will the Pharaohs of today listen?
If I keep my mouth shut
The tea bushes will cry out
“Let my people go,”
Will the Pharaohs of today listen?
The voice of Kanchenjunga thunders
She hears the wail of her children
“Let my people go,”
Will the Pharaohs of today listen?
One may silence a thousand voices
The voice of the people can never be silenced.
It will live on from one generation to the next
Will the Pharaohs of today listen?
Wolves and scavengers abound
On the altar of pride they thrive
The solitary voice of the people cries
“Let my people go.”
The pyramids of pride cannot stand forever
The nose of the Sphinx is already cut
Better to heed to the eternal voice
“Let my people go.”
The Pharaohs did not heed the voice
They clutched so deep to bleed
The Nile became a Red river
Better, “let my people go.”
The voice of a century will crescendo
It will flow on like our Teesta
The Khukuri will be sheathed
The Lamb and the wolf will live together
In Gorkhaland.
- Kinley Tshering, SJ
- kinleysj@yahoo.com
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