Once Upon A Time In Cambodia Poem by Purbesh Mahapatra

One weary night in the green Cambodia
Chasing came the planes from america
Riding the wings of terror
Arrived the mad custodians
And in the name of another
They bombed the Cambodians

Hu ha america had come to rule
To set up the Sunday school
Bloods gathered thickly at blackpool
Fear got scared and peace thoughtful

Flames lept in that dark night
There is no love tonight
Killing is the white man's birthright
Proclaimed the lady with the light
They lit up the forest night after night
Did the humble Cambodians get any respite

All pity in world for the human soul
Could pass through a bullet hole
They paid friends and foes more
In pure hate to kill one another
Kinsfolk came from the borders
To widow sisters and slay brothers

Human had no love for man
Man had no ruth on woman
The power of money and ill will
Merchants of death kings of dollar bill
The cunning jackals of capitol hill
Would stop by nothing but to kill

Not for days neither months nor years
They took a decade to quash the khmers
Not in hundreds nor thousands
Neither by ships or either by lands
The coward americans never in a war fair
Rained bombs on Kampuchea from the air
They killed millions of loving Cambodians
And cursed the peasants for the circumstance

Silent was Angkor and Phnom Penh
In no ever shame
They put all the blame
Of killings in the name
When no evil was left undone
On one good honest person