Let me tell you a story, Of a place that noone want to hear nor see. It was once reality, Now haunting everyone as a nightmare. The place that hell broke loose, Evil ruled the day,  Cambodia 1975-1979. "Kill me but let my brother go"  In the dark of the night trembling voice echoed. "He is too young to know", the voice continued, "He is needing milk now" a skinny kid bowed. A distant off shore a mother cried endlessly, Losing conciousness as they took  her sons away. Being accused of marring Vietnamese having two impurities, They took her sons away for execution without  mercy. My uncle was forced to row the boat. Carrying Pol Pot militia and the two kids, It broked his heart but dared not to say, Or his own head wouldn't be guaranteed. Reaching the shore to the execution place, My uncle was ordered to stay as they took the kids away. It was a cold night, foxes howling  a song of misery. A place full of fear, other suffered. Thirty minutes later they called my uncle up shore, To dig a shallow grave for the kid and younger brother. He saw the kid was dead, his baby brother still gushed for air, For he had not died yet, it makes me sick hearing this story. How many kids had been executed, I wonder? I have seen picture of kids throw to death against the palm tree. Seeing picture of babies pokes by bayonette in the air, Feeling the pain of my relatives burned alive in fire. I wonder how could they committed this unspeakable crime?

Two Brothers