Roses In The Barrel!

Gone are the days of pioneers and patriots, So as the burning spirits and the mourning tears of our people. Have a look out of the window, We could feel the peaceful winds and our hills calm with no rush, Nor the shots of firepower, Neither does the rivers of blood flows. We've had enough, and much adapted to peace, We've overcame the years we had, So much into bloodsheds and pain. Today, half of the barrels gone cold, Few remains like a lamp in the woods. No more are the youths, the blood that once stood a hell bent. Can we really fight against the aggressor? Or could it be just the ideologies and our history that we've experienced and learned? In a sorry state of affair we are, the power of money and power has successfully overran the leaders and brainwashed the youths. Predicted well his excellency! “Nagas will never surrender in the Battle field, but many Nagas will fall when Money is shot through the barrel of the Gun.” A.Z PHIZO.