A CLARION CALL TO THE YOUNG HIGHLANDERS

Daughters of Highlanders, What should I give you,

A skirt or a sword, a pen or a pant?

What shall I teach, elegance or arrogance,

To love mother earth or Learn Martial art?

The world is not as cruel as

The lust of the beasts, idol worshippers!

Heartless Mother empowered her sons

To rape innocent girls in broad daylight

The riots burnt down houses, Churches

Shamelessly loot the abandoned houses.

O Sons of Highlanders, what shall I give you?

A book, an automatic gun or run away?

I have no better choices, FIRE! FIRE!

For self defense, before they kill you

An oil keeps the wick glowing,

Devil militants, their evil politicians

They go hand in hand in valley

While we live hand to mouth in hills.

O my poor hungry children, drink water

Take which ever way, of  the calling,

A pen or a gun, the Bible or drugs?

The arms that shook the land in turmoil

The pen, the greedy filed false accusations?

Children, O descendants of highlanders,

In the gun culture, the age of technology,

Know thy roots, learn our great history

Our legend forefathers, in defense of dignity, territory

Fought bravely against the mighty British government

Have faith in humanity, fight in unity

Let justice be your identity,

Put God first, Stoop not so low to rob enemy’s property

Or trodden down in your own ancestral land

Your women and children be safe

The clarion call of Thingkho and Malchapom

Bear the pain, the loss, with this pen,

One day we will reap the pain of our labour

Sing valour song in honour of the departed souls.