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  A glimpse of  Freedom Struggle - The Santal Mutiny
 
Guns and cannons booming
East is falling down
Elephants drunk trampling upon
Hamlets of the hills, trees sprawling
Guns and cannons booming.
 
Children of hill ever free
Hum as bee
Live and spread in a hive
Together  pierce  into foe
like  swarms  of  arrows  hissing.
 
Guns  and  cannons  booming
Swarms  of  arrows  blowing
Children  of  God   ever  free, surging forward
To  save  the  hill, the  heaven
Children  of  God,  arrows  stinging
 
Cannons  roaring,  arrows  hissing
East  is  falling
East  from  west  hurling
Huge  stones  and  blocks  of  wood  around 
The  hills  over  the  bold  and  broad 
Human  wall  fencing 
 
The  human  wall  falling
Bows  and  arrows  mingling
Thousands  dropping  dead
Denying  a  retreat
Children  of  God  falling
Human  wall  falling
 
The  west  is  booming
Silence  breaking
From  a  tiny  hut  in  the east
Swarms  of  arrows  hissing
The  last  archer  breathing.
 
The  company  captain  heavy  and  mad
Trampling  upon  the  untamed  hut
Said  'Fire'
The  bullets  pierced
Into  the  holes  and  heart
 
The  drunken  captain  stormed
Into  the  bleeding  hut
To  find  amid  a  heap  of  corpses
The  last  archer  old  and  unarmed
Leaning  up  his  head
Showing  the  blood and bullets in  vain .
 
'Surrender'
Roared  the  captain proud
Suddenly  flashed  a  sword
 Beheading  the  golden  head
A  dozen  of  guns  boomed  fast
The  last  archer  breathed  his  last
With  an  invincible  sword in  hand 
Scribbling  in  blood:
 
Children  of  God 
Servants  of  none
The  soldiers  standing 
Winning  or  losing?

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