we promise one another / poems from an asian war -
don luce selected, introduced ... ( Washignton , D, C 1971 )
the prison island of côn sơn
a poem by thép xanh
You ask me where on the earth
People cannot live as human beings,
Where people with heart nad soul
Live like beasts,
And I remember the days at Côn Sơn.
The days of my youth
The beautiful blossoming days of my manhood
Still engraved in my heart with hate ;
I engrave in this burning heart
The days of starvation at Côn Sơn
Meals of eight spoonfuls of rice
Burning my stomach ,
One cup of water for five people
Burning my throat .
Do you know the nauseous smell of rotten shrimp paste ?
Despite my empty stomach, the bile flow bitter
And I spit out ' Human Rights ' to the Second Republic !
Yet listen to them
' Eat and lie flat on your back for twenty- four hours .
Remember, son ,
Raise your head and we' ll break your ribs ;
Unbutton you shirt and you'll eat lime dust . '
You ask me where the Hell
Deep in my heart I remember night of Côn Sơn --
The echo of a creaking door
The beatings
The crying out at midnight
The shouting of guards
' Damn it ! Ask for medecine
And we' ll send you to the cemetery of Hàng Dương.'
The beating of clubs on my back .
Oh, my heart, how it aches
Yet I still have the heart to ask
Whether they are human beings .
I ask ll of you .
I ask the regime of the Republic
Who are they ? Those whom the regime has trained
To ' reform' the prisoners at Côn Sơn .
You are responsible Regime of the Second Republic ,
Responsible to all of the people .
To each of us
Today
In this Twentieth Century
The century of human progress . []
poem by THÉP XANH
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from: WE PROMISE ONE ANOTHER / POEMS FROM ANASIAN WAR-
selected by DON LUCE, JOHN C. SCHAFER & JACQUELINE CHAGNON -
( Published by The Indochina Mobile Education Project, Washington, D, C. 1971 - p. 106 -107 )
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