Over 200 my families were killed by the Khmer Communist regime Why...???. Im, the only one me savvier ( rattanakvichet@yahoo Vichet Rattanak My...wife. She doesnt make it. I Must Survive After all these years, my heart beats with fear. People I used to know, Landscapes I used to see. It’s not like the way it used to be. This country is filled with blood, ‘Because we have more hate than love. Sooner or later I will be free but I know that I must survive. I must survive until I reach the land of liberty, and be what I can be. The wilderness of pain .The wilderness of pain and suffering combined swings like wind swung reeds. Like wings of flight taking a tour of the earth. These eyes I have seen with my frail hands touching my own face. Other faces in my dream. Of children in sweat, eyes dropping tears for food. Hands and legs of my country are missing .And her peoples voices are heard as cries of agonies . Tortured, slashed open wounds, burned memories. Of things human beings can never grasp possible. So sometimes I try to tell my story. As if Im telling the stories the millions murdered. In genocide others still define. My life in exile, homesick for the sentimental miseries of things I had known. Even pain is desirable whenever I need to redefine my own humanity. What I do is writing with the hope that I can ask other people to care. With words as dances to evoke their hearts. And to see and feel their world beyond themselves. That out there, far in the distance, the screams of others. Are their own, with each massacres we commit against one another? We are against ourselves because whoever is out there is the mirror that stares right back at us. I have nothing to lose, when my arms are extended to those who are poor, and watched. When my eyes are open with visions of a better, more just world. To see and feel these human things, which I cannot name, Is what shapes and forms me, my being to be composed? Of death and light, shades of light and darkness, good and evil .That envelops portions of my rise and wake. Heartbreaks that cross all racial borders in search of a pain free existence. I wish I alone, as if by magic, can make all suffering go away, U nary all cries, heal all wounds, break all racial barriers, and dismantle all hatreds, and bring the unjust to respect human rights. But neither I, nor God can do it alone, you belong to the same world as I, With the same composition to help you make the right decision .So you, too, can become just and fair, with a heart to treat others as you, For you are a part of that suffering which you see plaguing our world. rattanakvichet@yahoo ( Richard )
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 01:43:14 +0000
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