The temple lies serenely at the top of the hill; yet, just nearby are the disturbing killing fields, making one stop to think: How does a country recover from such horrors and move on?
"No mercy. No forgiveness.
No regret. No remorse.
No second chances. No excuses.
No hope. No life.
A third of the people didn't survive.
The regime died."
Extracts from: "The New Regime" -a poem by Sarith Pou(seen in a display called Reflections at Tuo Sleng Prison)
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