1. Nearer home is a shire non-lesser,
A border sapphire that links Myanmar;
Hills and dales that God's wishes unveil;
In a no frills county called North East,
That warm vibes His own may share and fuse,
The Lord wills firm tribes to dwell in peace.
We like pride and to the land bring fears,
We love fights and to women bring tears;
Lure of wealth covers cure of the Word;
Word of men rules oíer way of the Lord;
Mend your flaws and live Godís laws will sail
As end-chant to bail and hail North East.
2. Shrewd plans badly moved our own folds ail,
Good moves sadly proved make the soul wail;
Life-lifting schemes make us all scheming,
High-living cream too keep on seeking;
Will this augur well to thirst for more,
Here where Christ gave His all and sins bore?
3. The riches the Maker blessed us with,
The Churches sinners in stress visit;
Will do less to lift up ties and traits,
Unless we give up lies in true-faith,
When the world pants in vain to Look East
The whole stands to gain most in Look Christ.
I’m a human being like you
Just like everyone else
I deserve the love and care I believe’
Deprived of my rights to live
How do you expect me to survive
Put yourself in my shoe and you’ll know
How cruel life can be.
Yes I can hear you loud and clear
I am not needed here, I know
Just like everyone else
I deserve the love and care I believe’
Deprived of my rights to live
How do you expect me to survive
Put yourself in my shoe and you’ll know
How cruel life can be.
Yes I can hear you loud and clear
I am not needed here, I know
The run away dog has headed home
Having had enough of the world to roam
On the run wildly biting and being bitten
Harbinging peace now they say, a purring kitten.
The old dog howled homeward bound
Many doth echoed forth; jackal, fox and hound
The chorus unsavoury being of varied breed
Having had enough of the world to roam
On the run wildly biting and being bitten
Harbinging peace now they say, a purring kitten.
The old dog howled homeward bound
Many doth echoed forth; jackal, fox and hound
The chorus unsavoury being of varied breed
(A poem dedicated to Albert Gengoukhup Mate on the 5th Death Anniversary)
Deep within in my heart of hearts I feel –
Voices of love and sorrow whispering –
In echoes – distinct, urgent, soft and sweet,
Which pierce me through and every corner of my heart.
Voices of love and sorrow whispering –
In echoes – distinct, urgent, soft and sweet,
Which pierce me through and every corner of my heart.
Up above, in the depts of the darkling night,
Saw I a star – singing and dancing in the troubled skies;
One betrothed to mankind, a lost nation and a wretched home,
Oh! “what a beauty – what a divine gift” said I.
Saw I a star – singing and dancing in the troubled skies;
One betrothed to mankind, a lost nation and a wretched home,
Oh! “what a beauty – what a divine gift” said I.
But then – wayward and haywire, red and oblivious –
A star approached and struck my star into extinction;
In vain – I mourned and wailed for the star but in tears,
Alas! My star shall shine again no more in the night.
A star approached and struck my star into extinction;
In vain – I mourned and wailed for the star but in tears,
Alas! My star shall shine again no more in the night.
When I take this to reason in my thought of thoughts,
Weary is me for travelers – bound for Pilgrim “Home”;
For the gift of heavens rejected and light denied,
While the night is set deep and dawn – still afar.
Weary is me for travelers – bound for Pilgrim “Home”;
For the gift of heavens rejected and light denied,
While the night is set deep and dawn – still afar.
O thou, Star of sorrow and Star of night,
Rest thou in peace – in the solace of thy earthly fate;
For thou art put into the shoes of the “Morning Star”,
And shalt thou shine by His side in eternity.
Rest thou in peace – in the solace of thy earthly fate;
For thou art put into the shoes of the “Morning Star”,
And shalt thou shine by His side in eternity.
As I gaze up into the abyss of the solid night,
Tracing to trails – down to the future of my years;
I’m not sure I want to walk past and trek
Through the strange valleys and horizons that I know.
Tracing to trails – down to the future of my years;
I’m not sure I want to walk past and trek
Through the strange valleys and horizons that I know.
By: Man of Sorrow
