So I felt I should write a few words to express how I feel, fitting?
Skulls and scattered bones
sulk here beneath your feet
this is hallowed ground
your gazing upon
Can you feel it
surely you know the deeds
the befell my people
here on these killing fields
Cambodia was my home
the Kemer Rouge stole it from me
now we are all skull and bones
resting at your feet
keep your thoughts pure
as a million souls are watching you
for here we lye
on Cambodia's killings fields
to my right
my dearest mother
I can still hear her sing
a lullaby that I may sleep
to my left
my beloved father
his steady hand still guiding me
that the straight and narrow I may keep
if you look hard enough
you will find my entire family
resting here on these killing fields
how I miss them so
Be sure to tell our stories
for we can only lye here
all skull and bones
sulking under your feet
2007-03-19 18:34:57 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture ➔ Other - Society & Culture
You're words are beautiful. It makes me weep.
My mom was 6 months pregnant with me when the Khmer Rouge forced everyone to the countryside to work. My aunt and uncle we're taken away and executed...Thank you for your poem and for remembering.
2007-03-20 15:34:46 · answer #1 · answered by apsara24 2 · 1⤊ 0⤋
Well done...All people, everywhere are important. There is no such thing as an unimportant person or people. The trials going on in Iraq are proving to be just in remembering the killing of many, by the thugs and cowards in Iraq under the regime of Saddam Hussein.
As was Nuremberg...
Great tribute...Congrats.
2007-03-20 01:42:23 · answer #2 · answered by marnefirstinfantry 5 · 2⤊ 0⤋
May they cease sulking and feel completely at ease that presently we shall all join them. No one gets out alive. Not to make small the horrible suffering of Cambodia, but the dead suffer no more. Keep your eyes on the road.
2007-03-20 01:40:02 · answer #3 · answered by Nowpower 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋