(August 27, 2011)

by Kosal Khiev

Its been foretold
songs of men of old
unsung heroes,
word from ground zero,
we passed through the storm but another one brews,
and though each morn i mourn
i gather the few,
lost scattered tribes of the family i knew,
but who’d knew another family stews,
so im here to merge the old with the new,
fuse the bones with the fire,
so the desire becomes truth
what lies beyond the skin,
where the spirit glows within,
bleed the same blood,
so really we kin

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