In Cambodia,
people do not have resources.
The kids in the slums run around barefoot, some naked.
A man stays in a broken house, above a polluted river.
His neighbour is a woman who has AIDS.
But when they pray,
they close their eyes so tightly.
They ask for their country to be saved.
They pray hard, with so much fervour, with so much heart.
So why do we complain,
when they don't?
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