Postscript - Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Pol Pot drank blood in skulls, pyramided
For posterity. Ancient warriors collected heaps,
The vultures still loom large on the corpses
Battlefields are never so vast, wars in streets.
The historic vengeance never as prolonged,
History not so cruel, vindictive self-immolation
Never as deep as the strategy of depth,
Of an unlikely bloodshed, to take refuge there-
In. Braggartism as vehement, venom as lethal.
Mothers cried never so long, youth suffered
Culture and civilization in ash and water mixed.
Felony an envy, and cities never burned,
Never the shadows left behind idolized in stone.
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