Toul Sleng

 

 

Within this place of horror

the masters of pain applied their trade

and a country turned upon itself.

No future.

 

Faces,

stare back through the distance.

Their silent cries, now fading.

No hope.

 

 

The killing fields

lay in wait for those

who entered Toul Sleng.

No escape.

 

 

Listen closely as you walk these fields.

Silent screams still echo through the trees,

clubs colliding with skulls.

No more.