A Dying Breed
I hate to accept the fact that my kind is a dying breed
A victim of a genocide, became known as a refugee
Walked so many miles, lost so many smiles
Looking left and right, so many bodies in a pile
Cambodian will never be the same
Innocent souls screaming in pain
The Cambodian soil soaked in puddles of blood left behind by our Khmer people
Power controls peoples lives causing them to be evil
It's sad to know the planted seeds never had a chance to grow
A young child forced to act like he or she is old
We're in America, yet we're still dying one by one
The victims become younger and younger, losing their lives to a gun
We're not in Cambodia anymore,
But it still feels like war
As with my language a customs, I am slowly dying
My inner spirit is growing weak, constantly it's crying
By Vann Vorn