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‎🇹🇭🇰🇭 Shards of Stone, River of Blood
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‎Two neighbors stand, where ancient lines are drawn,
‎Divided by a map from a dawn long gone.
‎Cambodia, Thailand: on a common ground,
‎Yet in the dusty earth, no peace is found.
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‎It is a quarrel over shards of stone,
‎Where a colonial hand marked out the zone.
‎A border 800 kilometers long,
‎Where history declares the other wrong.
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‎The cannons boom, the heavy shell is cast,
‎Ignoring all the treaties of the past.
‎For ancient temples rise on contested ground,
‎And bitter history makes a fearful sound.
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‎The soldier falls, the farmer leaves his home,
‎A weary exodus, forced to blindly roam.
‎The children ask: "Why must this bloodshed start,
‎To claim a relic, tear a world apart?"
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‎Let the old map be folded, put away.
‎Peace is richer than a single shrine,
‎And life is worth more than a disputed line.
‎Lay down the arms, before the rising sun,
‎Let the fighting cease, and let the peace be won.
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‎@muse Musings
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‎#cambodia #thailand #bordercrisis #stopthebloodshed