tomorrow i could be dead

NOTHING EVER LAST

NOTHING EVER LAST

 

Nothing ever last,
Such are graphic remains,
Who once upon a time,
Questions probably the same?
Spinning in my head…

Another legacy of Pol Pot!
I don’t ask for eternity but justice,
Today bones, yesterday vibrant beings,
Tell me such empty logic,
Before my faith choose to let go…

What were their names?
Their dreams, hopes and faiths,
Still under the tortures,
Who was there?
Holding their hands?

Can make any sense of it all,
And history keep repeating itself,
Postcard from Cambodia,
Death, tortures, killing field,
I guess nothing ever last…

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

one of my most powerful trip , when i wqas living in east asia, i love  CAMBODIA