Author: merja
Date:Mar 25 2007
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 people's 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 I'm telling the stories the millions murdered in a 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 write 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 massacre 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 wretched when my eyes are open with visions of a better, more just world to see and feel these human things, which I cannot namem is what shapes and forms me, my being to be composed of death and light, shades of light and darkness, good and evil that envelop 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, uncry all cries, heal all wounds, break all racial barriers, dismantle all hatreds and bring the unjust to respect human rights but 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 yourself, for you too are a part of that suffering which you see plaguing our world. By Khmer poet, Chath pierSath find at www.khmervice.com/old-KV-files/wilderness _of_pain.htm