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…
Nights can fall and shadow fills my heart , all i have to do to, to find faiths and see true love is those eyes, there is no lies only purity staring back at you, right to the core of my soul and i know, if sometimes, i feel i have lost faiths in my human fellows, those eyes take me back to hope and i know, love is real...