When Mercy Becomes a Battlefield

The world must know how this story starts, not with borders, guns or flags,

but with genocide in Cambodia and Thai doors open to lives on the run.

They crossed the line with nothing left, just fear, just scars,

just pain, and we opened doors not with force, but human hearts.

Humane. Refuge became a settlement. A shelter turned to claim.

From borrowed ground to stolen land, the host was locked away. Owners banned from

their own soil. Mines buried deep and wide. Step by step, the welcome ground

became a battlefield. Tell me when mercy becomes a crime