it was a war he did not choose
khmer rouge, cambodia
inhumanely tagged with numbers
and beaten with impunity,
watched helplessly in silence
as four siblings literally starved to death,
risked getting shot down in a hail of bullets,
just to go outside the barbed wire gates
so tonight dinner won't have to be
rice and fish again,
but he escaped death
to a refugee camp in a strange land
and they captured one moment in time
a remnant of a war he did not choose
which today it sits in a picture frame
ironically inscribed,
yesterday's memories
today's treasures.
*remembering all those who suffer as victims of war, and praying for peace on earth. won't you please join me?
*give thanks to my Sis, Belle, for allowing me to come by and play in her yard.
one love, Se'lah.
