Khmer Rouge
Cambodia
Prison camp S-21
Angkar kills but does not explain
your blood bleeds into my veins
so I can feel your pains
whatever god you pray to
beg for deliverance.
in the good old USA we are
unaware of unseen suffering.
Usually but not always.
we met at a wedding and
you shared your story
in broken English until
I understood that you
had been in the killing fields.
Copyright © William Donovan | Year Posted 2017
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