Monday, September 12, 2016

#rbu_897_On_Island_of_Republic_Monarchy

(An imaginary island not referring to Cambodia)
There! A thug has been on the throne,
Built his own, strong thug-based power,
And wielded forces with anger,
No later, he'd be in prison.
He's been so drunk in vanity,
No pity's been felt as often,,
And people cry so much common,
As nation thus seen much suffers.
Violence is there so widespread –
Are up-fed with such, commoners,
Victims of abuse of power –
Their hunger is De-mocracy.
People wish to see NO own blood,
Flow in flood in such cruelty,
How to fight to build society –
Your duty: "Fight IN UNISON."
Democra-cy can't be from sky,
A hard-die struggle or burden,
On shoulders of you – not heaven –
Is to then wage till victory.
The Carpet of Blood would spread out,
As to shout for De-mocracy (?)
There's no need – a bout so bloody,
Each Party just serves the Nation.
You have to have talks, honestly,
Hypocri-sy's to "Abandon,
Any tricks of game," to mention,
You would then reach De-mocracy.
An English-language poem written using the Khmer 8-foot style (four lines/verses of eight-syllables each, with a slight modification) read in clusters of syllables "3-2-3" with good rhythms and rhymes that sounds so beautifully though it's a bit strange to English-speaking people.
Copyright rbu_spp 7:59 am Monday August 17, 2015 Puthpong Sao, Phnom Penh,

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