Everyday
- by
Chanrotha Yuom
- Poly
High, Long Beach, CA
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- Old pots and pans, all my parents had
- to cook their meals with.
- They worked hard by day
- and slept the night away,
- dreaming of peace and harmony as always.
- When the sun rose, they took their tools,
- and headed for the place they went,
- every single day.
- The songs they sang
- came from deep within,
- showing how much they had suffered.
- "We will not die until we can find a
way
- to survive the beatings and killings from
guns and knives."
- Bang, Bang!! Boom, Boom!!
- a tune that's not a surprise,
- even to a nine year old child.
- They were tortured and smothered
- from those they used to call brothers.
- These "brothers" were mean and
cruel.
- New rules for many to live by.
- This is the story I was told by my family,
- " Explain to your brothers and
sisters,
- why our family is no more".
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