The killing fields

As a generation, as in my generation, we know near nothing about the atrocities that took place in Cambodia from 1974 to 1979. The name Pol Pot may just blur into the dictators you’ve heard of before. Maybe the Khmer Rouge (pronounced-ca-may roo-j) rings a few bells. But as it doesn’t have to do with England’s country, England’s history-

It doesn’t effect us anyway, right?

The death of 3 million people because of the fact they were educated,

irrelevant to us, isn’t it?

Torture of innocent people for the soul wrongdoing of being in the wrong place at the wrong time,

Why would we need to know that?

i’m not going to pretend that I can sit on my high horse, all knowing and factually wise, I didn’t know anything went on until I went to the place it did

But it made me realise how blind our generation can be.

Told stories of little boys who wander into the camp then watch their mother go through unthinkable things,

Hearing the crack in a mans voice as he talks of his wife and hearing her screams,

Seeing a forty foot high monument filled with skulls,

We need to look up people.

Did you get know similar things are happening in Egypt? 

Probably not.

Because our news consists of Kendal Jenner’s new hair cut or Justin Bieber’s fiancé

Of her with him and him with him and her and her

When there are people fighting.

For their lives, their freedom, their rights,

Maybe,

Just maybe,

We should look at them for a change,

Love, Hea xx