Ali Raza Hussain, a young volunteer from the United Kingdom, a month working in Cambodia Indigenous Peoples Organization, is a good writing story and poem about the situation of indigenous peoples in Cambodia. Full August working, he achieved on writing short stories on the land dispute and dept meaning poem which talked about Deforestation, Ethnic Minority, Puzzle, and Community Spirit. Bellow is the full version of his writing poems;
Deforestation (Trees Falling)
Everywhere you look
They took
Trees
Standing no more.
Chainsaws pour.
Falling
Coming in droves.
Another goes.
Trees.
Tribes have conceded.
Wildlife seceded.
Falling.
Pursuit of profits.
Fading tropics.
Trees.
Forced ownership.
Tightening grip.
Falling.
Ancestral homeland vanished.
Eternally banished.
Trees.
Ethnic Minority
French then Vietnamese now the Chinese to Angkor's lands. They could not leave the natives hands. Stealing land indiscriminately slaughtering fair souls. That action was built upon treacherous goals.
Brao upheld their values to the core. The foreigners ate and ate and needed more.
Take what is not given to their outstretched hand. Pillage fruitful ancestral land.
Jarai experienced grief paramount to none. All the native’s rights had gone and run.
Building property without any legal permission. Contractor's seek large commission.
Kachac forced to succumb to new rulers. From nearby lands remorseless intruders.
Subject women to terror and fright. While they dance and drink merrily into night.
Kraol another victim of the plague. History distorted and actions seems vague.
Community are at a loss for words. Soon they will be forced to migrate just like birds.
Kravet a wanderer of bounteous land. Destitute, oppressed they no longer stand.
Is all hope gone or slowly vanishing. Discriminating to harassing to then banishing.
Kreung chased back into darkness. Night sky shining dimmer appearing starless.
Natural resources are flooded by a dam. After refusal left evicted by brethren man.
Kuy green lands snatched away. Words not illustrating what they need to say.
Ministers ignore the call for change. For heavy back pockets do they secretly arrange.
Lun at a loss for understanding. Cambodians themselves, to kill were demanding.
The contraptions they say benefit the country all. Ignore the native heart now small.
Phnong dreamt of a new dawn fjor peace. Yet laughter halted and smiles did cease.
The children are no longer taught fresh knowledge. No hope in the future for college.
Saoch encountered the same threat. Across the new Cambodia fire he will set.
Oppose human rights that are deserved by people. Lurking in dark just a creeple.
Stieng painted alas with blood. Their slim bodies buried in mud.
Forever the pain will show. Vegetable rotten and crop fields no longer grow.
Tampuon deceived by assaulting lies. Criminals threaten caramel skinned wives.
Surrounding villages and pilfering property. The government allows this monopoly.
Indigenous sadly forgotten in history's mind. But them and all tribes in our conscious shall we find. May the peace they desire come along so quick. Until that moment the clock shall tick.
Puzzle
Spherical object unidentified in the skies. Cover of darkest darkness indeed hides.
Fallen valour of those claimed to be insane. Abduction is preached upon arid plains.
Mysterious allure of metallic or reptilian shapes.
Humanoid aesthetics deciding man equals apes.
Foggy memories perplexing a fatigued brain. Vehemently denying grasps for any fame.
Advanced technology with luminous lights. Quaint draft towards the status of zeitgeist. Dazed upon arrival all seeming dreamlike.
Credability assaulted by a thunderous strike.
Unanimated existing on events transpired. Contemplating how a random event can be so mired.
Extraterrestrials galaxies long way apart. Recount this tale from the very start.
Community Spirit
In the depths of the Asian jungles in the north
Existing in solitude since then and henceforth
Children play in trees and the gushing pools
Following tribal leaders and traditional rules
As they live in huts by rivers and fish for food
Dark clouds gather, wind blows away the mood
The human rights that matter suddenly depart
Chopped tree corpses resemble a macabre art
For a promise made by one needs be fulfilled
The more it is broken the more strength instilled
Let them gather and muster the army to fight
Defeat is on tongues speaking wisdom of respite
Negotiation and understanding the laws of land
Community spirit unaltered with unity does stand.
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