SOMETIME, I CRY FOR MY POOR PEOPLE.

Oanh Yến Thị Phạm

 

Sometimes, I cry.

Hiding the tears in my heart.

And deep in my soul,

a child is crying, too.

For the human rights of his poor people.

They look like the famine's victims,

not dead of hunger or thirst as 1945,

but the universal rights

out of their hands.

The child is crying,

his people is dying,

his motherland is dying.

Because of lacking in democracy air,

and freedom milk.

I'm a 54 years old man,

a soldier.

in the totalitarian country.

VIET NAM in 21st century.

Sài Gòn 24/02/2013.

Oanh Yến Thị Phạm