ELEVEN POEM OF VIETNAM WAR .. . 10 VIETNAM Over the quiet trees birds assembled,froming a springtime shade . Nguyen Trai The twentieth century Standing up to wash out slavery shackles Is there any nation that lost so much blood ? Great souls of men of spirit of Vietnam dont hold any trace of resentment The Lac birds silhouette from the sound of the ancient bronze drums once again shed light on all over the four seas Binding mans heart to rap the wind of freedom . . . The past has gone by The present has gone by Vietnamese soul remains eternally sky-blue in all four seasons Leisurely the birds wings flying . . . HAND IN HAND LETS BUILD AN ETERNAL FLOWER SEASON LIKE WORLD Peace is the ruler of the world . Lao Tzu We love the people of America ,since the time the European hard-labour-prisoners first set foot on the American land amid the terrific resounding of shackles music . . . Since the time the first group of Red Indian combatants, so brave on the horseback , shed their heroes blood safeguarding the land of their ancestors . Since the time the first flow of explorers ,with their stony mind, their callous hand forced the waste land to let wheat, kerosene and virgin and pure gold squirt out from them . . . We like Americans when Thoreau said : NO, before the Mexican war. When Whitman praised freedom,a lightly blue and bright freedom over thousands of grass . When Hughes lamented with the Blue tune,so chilly in the negros night filled with flickering the fire of 3K hangers. We love Americans when Lincoln trained his mind under the light of an oil lamp and washed out the birthmark of slavery in South America. When Walt Disney created the fairyland and offered it to mankind . When Morrison , on the shore of the Potomac , lighted the bright fire of inborn common sense . . . With youths strength,Man has reached the moon, and will still fly afar in space ,in the universe . But we ought to awaken the USA , MANS HEART constitutes the bounds one must return to after each flight. O the United States of America, dont you remember bullets ,bombs,and the orange-coloured agent,fire,iron,napalm,youve planted in to and imbibed our skin and flesh,while mankinds skin and flesh still bear in tack the scars. The atomic smoke in Hiroshima, Nagasaki, that has been twirling in Mans heart in these last fifty years . O USA ,please dont forget that B. Russell ,Jean Paul Sartre. . . are the wise men of mankinds conscience and are taking the Vietnamese resistances side The judgment of war crimes still resounds in the wind of time . . . O USA ,are you somewhat too haughty when at two hundred years of age, with your pocket filled with gold,and filled with bullets and bombs . You claim to design the heart,and the face of mankind with its five thousand year old civilization . O USA,remember,were at the end of the twentieth century, violence is something that mustnt be used. Todays New World was born by Gods goodwill, it isnt old Texas of yore,for you to passionately play the game of slow or fast gun drawing . O USA,remember : youll never thoroughly understand us . The old land that still has infants eyes Land where invaders cadavers are piled up in thousands of heaps . Land with blood smeared swords that fought against the enemies during eleven centuries . . . .
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 07:49:07 +0000