The only enemy greater
Than a foreign invader
Is the one found at home
So there is none greater
An adversary than ourselves
Even in a war of alliances
Where saturation bombing is
That pounds the ground
Left only are rubble and dust
And those who would take
In Democratic Kampuchea
There arose a general from war
And tyranny as its consequence
A face that was full of hopes
But the assurances were lies
The Red Khmer ones came
Filled with socialists ideals
We give, you take, communists
The killing fields erasing all
Over two million absurd endings
To make this new beginning
In the Year Zero came a plan
Social engineering, genocide
The end of freedom of men
Even The Buddha outlawed
By any means desired, not fair
They were executed, deprived
Disease, starvation, labors
Slain in the fields by hard hand
Pickaxes, for bullets cost money
A poor trade for a life's value
This classless agrarian society
This heinous validation of cruelty
Where is democracy in death
Feared education or status
Such a small man, Pol Pot
Such selfish ideals manifested
Those that would intimidate
They must be extinguished
So dissention is murdered
The only driving force ceasing
A foreign invader ambitious
That brought judgment select
Upon those against humanity
Their interests, themselves
Silent graves cannot cry out
To plead for justice never had
What nobility is there here
When a criminal passes on
Of but aged natural causes
Choeung Ek's ghosts walk on
And too, plus three hundred
The great with the meager
Found life's unbearable truth
In the barbarism of little lies