NEARY OF CAMBODIA and many others..

She was an orphan from Cambodia, married off at 17. Sold by her husband for $300 and raped daily by 5-7 men for 5yrs. She got sick and was set free, but she already had the virus.Died of aids at 23.

There are some who may never find the voice of expression. 

Trapped in a hole so dark their own flesh they can't feel. 
No evidence of existence ,even the creator seems unaware. 
The only reminder of life is the tick-tack of the heart, 
Which I bet they pray it stops. 
Like NEARY OF CAMBODIA, 
They come uncelebrated, 
They leave unnoticed.

And for such we have to search, 
Around us are many beautiful flowers trapped under concrete. 
All you may need to do is lift a slab. 
Some may appear budding fine, 
There may be a bug sapping them. 
And it's all withered before your next glance. 
All you may need to do is look enough,
Perhaps they will lift a branch,And you will see the thorn.

If science would crack time travel, 
I will take a stroll back in time, 
To see the days my Grandmother talked about,
When the head was sick and the hairs felt the pain,
When the problem of one was the problem of all. 
Where bread was broken in fellowship, 
And brother said to brother,, 
"Come to me if you need a shoulder"

She said ears listened with understanding, 
And the mouth rebuked with love. 
Hands rub your back without hidden thorns. 
Their bond was " ka rin ka po, yi ye lo n ye ni"
And not I brought the flour, 
My friend must bring the yeast,
Or the friendship ends. 
Clothing was to cover your nakedness, 
And not a brand name to separate you from others.

I wish the world was a pyramid scheme, 
Where a candle could lit one, 
And one, the other, 
Without any trying to quench another or outshine the rest. 
But we decided to axe the rock, 
Hack out a big chunk we named religion, 
Another we call race and ethnic,
Some others as petty as dung! 
Now we stand as tiny grains of sand, 
Tossed about in the wind.

If only snakes could move in school like whales, 
And scorpion in herds like buffalos,
They won't be killed like ants for their hides, 
Or captured and drained for their venom.

Of what use is what you have, 
If you cannot share with another?
Of what use is your laughter, 
If you cannot make someone smile? 
Of what use is your power, 
If you cannot lift another? 
Of what use is your sermon, 
If it cannot save a soul? 
Of what use are your words, 
If they cannot bind the bruised?

TO WHAT END I S OUR LIVES, IF WE CAN NOT LIVE IN LOVE??

For ,
NEARY, (exactly 5years today that I came across your story) ..and All Plants Growing Through Concrete.