Water Buffalo Cobra and the Prisoner of War - U Sam Oeur

Work, work—hacking at trees, uprooting them, clearing bushes,

transplanting rice, no time to rest.

At noon, alone, as I cleared the canebrake,

a beautiful black cobra

opened his hood before me, displaying his power.

Back - Hour Luy

I can’t cry but my heart is bleeding

Laughter sticks in my throat

They have said I must go home

I don’t want to.

Hope - Chanbo Keo

Hope for a better day,

Hope for the sunray

Of a great weather,

Tomorrow...

A Woman - Yeng Chheangly

I saw her 

In a dirty face,

She carried,

Many bricks on her shoulder,

Dream After Composing the Appeal of the Cambodian League for Freedom and Democracy - U Sam Oeur

I am swimming across a wide river
when swords start falling from the trees

Only Mothers will Embrace Sorrows - U Sam Oeur

I wade through solitude
to the cottage where we used to
gather to drink rice wine,
enjoying false peace.
I sit under the same palm-leaf roof,
gaze at your chairs
but see no one,
hear only your laughs.