A Morbid Vision

I saw a Buddhist monk -
A tender boy in saffron robes,
Hung upside down from a long rope;

His hands were tied behind his back
And his feet strongly roped;

He was flung down from a great height
Deep into a water course,
Left submerged for some time
And hurled up again to be tossed down.

This repeated several times,
Until he choked to death.


History reveals that from 1975 to 1979 Buddhism was completely suppressed and many monks were killed in Cambodia and its neighbouring countries.

Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 2, 2009
Poem Edited: Saturday, May 2, 2009

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Comments about A Morbid Vision by EU STRESS

  • Sarvesh Kulkarni (8/9/2009 6:36:00 AM)

    uhh....a sad truth...firmly expressed....
    thank you.

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