Monday, April 20, 2009

War Poem



I ran and ran after my friends
Fun and joy in the air,
Running up mountains and hills
Bathing in the illustrious Mekong River
Dancing in the hot padi fields
Opium hides in street corners
Popping its head out of pockets
People praying for wealth and health
What a peaceful sight

Good things never last
Soon our land will split into two
North and South, so hostile, such animosity
And soon a calamity befell on us
Soldiers marched onto our land
Pain and suffering held up their heads behind them

I ran and ran away from the soldiers
Our peaceful land soaked with blood,
Bombings, gun sounds, tanks, invaded and brought our villagers away from us
PERMANENTLY
Those times, we begged for death,
As it was a living hell,
Joy departed, along with my father.
20 YEARS, from babies to teens,
Teens to adults,
Adults to of old age.
Aftermath of the war resulted in destruction.

Tears crept out from my eyes,
As I related this story to my descendants,
Of what a good life they had.
Of what soldiers deprived us of
Of what why this could happened to innocent people.
Let justice be brought upon of those guilty,
And not us!





Posted by HarassedBoy at 3:04 AM