CHILD OF THE KILLING FIELDS

BY : praCh

some time when i'm alone,
i sit and stare at the skies.
my minds starts to wonder ,
about the whats and why,
are we here and whats
the meaning our our existences?
so i started reading and researching since...
i love my land to death,
a child of the killing fields.
now i'm on a quest,
for the truth to reveal.
cus i still feel the pain,
for all the lost souls,
from the khmer rouge regime,
that turn Cambodia into a hell hole.
i'm high tech into the future,
but i aint got no past.
cus all the pictures and memories,
all end up in ashes.
flash backs and stories,
is my only recolllection.
praCh gett'n school from by the oldies,
so i can pass it down to the next generation.
education of the lost chapter,
the hidden truth.
the fact about how Cambodia collapse,
cus pol pot ( spit ) got bought !
and got genocidal.
why tho do the good have to suffer?
i guess while they hidi'n in the woods,
the bad got tougher.
with weapons of distruction,
supply by the unknown.
no question or discussion,
till the prince is dethrown.
blown huts, open guts, hole in heads.
from hand grenade to AK's spray'em all dead.
baby thrown up, only to fall on knives.
crazy grown ups flip'n coins, live or die.
decided by the teens,
who carries machine guns, machetties.
if they don't like what they see'n ,
then your' bleed'n or beheaded.
with red scarves around their neck,
resepect their law.
your out there to grow crops,
if not then your toss in hot tars.
got stars but you can't look,
because imagination is a violation
if they catch you reading books.

a world of mayhem when man minds corrupted,
but no matter what happen
don't you ever give up.
escape the hell hole, wake up and rise.
hold on to your soul, take control of your life.
we travel a million miles across lands and seas,
into the millennium beyond the light speed.
for every dusk, there must be a dawn,
so hold on cus life goes on...

some time when i'm alone,
i sit and stare at the skies.
my mind starts to wonder,
about the whats and why.
are we here, what the
meaning of our existence?
so i started reading and reserching since...
travel'n the earth to my birth place born.
Cambodia got Angkor Watt,
but Battabong is where i'm from.
long time ago, no. seems like yesterday.
go ask the elders, thats what they'll say.
took their words for it,
when they show me their war wounds.
innocents civillions.
two millions murdered by the khmer rouge.
they show me pictures,
of hitlers in the making.
man made guerilla,
the killers off springs.
they came March'n in April,
middle of the month.
talk'n about " we come in peace."
sneaking in tanks and guns.
the revolution has begun,
now every one is equal.
but deep in their cross eyes,
they lying to the people.
time to go, pack your clothes,
and flee the city.
welcome to the new world order.
and it won't be pretty.
now all you need to know
is how to grow crops.
don't ask to many question
or you will get shot.
work'n on the field
from sun rise to sun set.
give you a rice soup meal,
so you can feel the sweat.
you got sumthin to say
raise your hand,
they take you away
and never hear of or seen again.
man i can go on and on
reminisce if it takes.
about the field and
how its fill with venomous snakes.
back brake'n jobs, it's your life,
gotta get it done. if ever again,
you wanna see your wife,
daughter, or son.
families divided, country crumbles,
all cus of...
the leader of the revolution...lost love.
" and that aint the only thing he lost,
that mo-fo, lost his mind. "

from : DALAMA...the end'n is just the beginnin."
trax : # 13  ( copy righted 1999 )