the LETTER ! ( prisoner of war )
by : praCh
i'm write'n you this letter from the bottom of my heart.
behind barb wires where every day is dark.
i'm tell you the truth behind the lies,
because life is valuable, we must survive.
on April 17th, 1975.
the rise of the Khmer Rouge,
terrorize the country side.
innocent cries, endless shooting,
do or die it's a revolution.
population of seven millions,
every one heard it.
with thin three days,
the whole country is deserted.
captured by the Khmer Rouge,
while dying from a flue a survivor wrote...
while ride'n on a mo-pad on the way to the market.
i got the the farm goods in the bag, about o go trade it.
all of a sudden, there fire and smoke,
the Earth stood still, Hell has awoke.
now...from six in the morning till the moon begin to rise,
they yell at us tell'n us to; grow more rice.
we did but it was always take'n away,
people eat'n watery soup while work'n night and day.
families separated by sex and age,
we work for food and thought how to hate.
they put us in camp, we call it cages.
our body fall asleep, but our mind stays awake.
late at night, they come with guns and knives,
flash a lil light, then your' beat'n and tie.
drag out side, rag blinds the eye,
not knowing what'll happen...survive or die,
it's a genocide...it's a genocide!!!
those who wore glasses or different language speak'n,
ether their executed or severely beat'n.
doctors, lawyers, teachers, bureaucrats,
and merchants was killed. they say;
" intellectual people is not needed in the fields."
book is burn school turn into barns,
there nuth'n to do but to listen and farm.
you attend political meetings to hear them speak,
they lecture about the revolution like twice a week.
there is where your ask to criticize each other and stuff,
they wanna know if you support the revolution enuff.
if not then your take'n away to be studied,
they carry guns, you can't run, so the out come is bloody.
as a result we learn how to hide our thoughts,
became excellent lairs, cus its our live if we're caught.
the killer rouge executed people for many offence.
like when complain'n about the living condition.
morn'n the death of a family members the realest feeling,
i remember they shot him point blank in front of his children.
i can't maintain, the brain turn insane,
they even abolish the use of family name.
it's hell on Earth, and it's gett'n worse...
they wrap a plastic bag around his head,
then kick the air out his chest.
while choke'n on blood,
he suffocate to death.
they had a group of people,
all in a straight line,
tell'n them to face forward,
then they fired from behind.
to save bullets you know what they'll try?
throw you in bomb hole and bury you alive.
rotten body along road side,
death is in the air.
a bastard child cries,
but can't no body care.
i stare into the mountain side,
see'n flame'n ashes.
know'n freedom is just miles away,
from the plane crashes.
they laugh like jackal,
these asshole just in black.
strip me butt naked,
then tie my hand behind my back.
told me to chose one,
the gun or the axe.
i was guilty of rebel'n against the revolution,
told me i got three seconds,
then they gonna start shoot'n.
on the count of one; i pray for my soul.
on the count of two; for my family and my people.
on the count of three; i was drench in red,
i took two to the head and was left for dead.
my body turn cold, then i started see'n lights,
then a heavenly voice told me i have to fight!
and just like that my lifeless body turn alive,
and that when i know...i will survive!
from : Dalama..."the end'n is just the beginnin."
traX : # 2 ( copy righted 1999 )
