a land where even the weed flowered

Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh Tài
Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

he crammed me into an apple he swallowed a piece of me at a time gosh oh dear oh dear god oh dear gosh and when he is old someone kneeling by his side would whisper: - I, your servant did call but you didn’t answer your majesty I have lived an entire life please treat me, your servant like a human being not like an apple that has fallen from a tree hiding behind the mask the fake smiles where he lives a land where even the weed flowered where children are turned into flaming torches where bees are turned into weapons where wild birds are turned into warriors though in the end the victor was killed even the honest were murdered much like a tweeting bird all you need to do is…

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