Khmer rouge soldier for english project |
He murdered and shattered them all one by one, There was Blood on his hands yet to be gone. He killed his people and disregared their cries He knew their fate, was the worse; to die. He did not want to do it for them but felt he had to They forced him to do it to create a new view They promised him the world and so much more And for that, they were right, he thought for sure He smashed the heads and watched them bleed A pure country was all that they need No one was safe from his grab, not one could hide And when he found them, 'Stop this' they all pleaded and cried The screams in the jungle were muted by him And to the witnesses any emotion he forbade of them The babies they died against the trees as mothers looked on Thier tears hidden in the darkness before the morning's dawn He saw the blood on his hands and soon felt pain But he kept on hurting them, under the government reign These were his brothers, his sisters and more And it was their lives from them he knew he tore But what could he do? He knew, he could not rebel, And how could he not save them all but bid farewell? He knew he could do nothing but decide to run He had to be gone from here, he had to be done He would become a faceless soldier no one could find He could turn it off, he could become blind. The whispers would haunt him in the wind as he escaped Their screams in his ears, in his eyes girls were still raped. He could not shake those dark pictures from the sky And when it started to rain, he knew the clouds did not lie His people were mourning for being killed without reason And he had done it to them, on his people committed treason He ran so far yet everyone still knew who he was He could never be free from the red party flaws. The regime would always be there to haunt the night And he knew now, they could have never ever been right. But what can a faceless soldier do now? He could help them and save them all, but how? He heard the cries in his sleep every restless night Forever the images, they creeped in every sight Until that night, he would fall into a dark sleep And from the world, his secrets forever keep. Never to feel what it was like to be painless, Never, not with his desicion to remain faceless. |