The Final Adieu Poem by tharmingam khangrah

Brothers are we, doomed to fight
To uphold ideologies created by man
It was hard to watch the headless corpse
Of my brother slaughtered by my brother.
The war is still on, the jungles still smoke
Bullets and guns goes on scaring
Man and the wild beasts alike.

Unity in separation: happiness in tears
Reunification is a long cherished dream
The hallucination of reality sucks
Blood thirty hounds still roam
There in the hills to deaden the seasonal songs
Mothers cry for lost that cannot be redeemed
We have chosen to separate
A cord created by creation
A final adieu to brotherhood.

In the dead of the night
When bullets tuned in to the music of the night
I am now accustomed to lay flat
Wishing a wild but lovely wish
That the dirge be replaced
By the ever lovely harp and folk songs of yore
That brothers be brothers again
Saying final adieu to bloodshed.