Originally posted on 1/23/2022, to mark his death.
Condemnation | |
Listen to this: | |
yesterday six Vietcong came through my village | |
and because of this, the village was bombed. | |
Every soul was killed. | |
When I returned to the village the next day, | 5 |
there was nothing but clouds of dust — | |
the pagoda without roof or altar, | |
only the foundations of houuses, | |
the bamboo thickets burned away. | |
Here in the presence of the undisturbed stars, | 10 |
in the invisible presence of all people still alive on Earth, | |
let me raise my voice to denounce this dreadful war, | |
this murder of brothers by brothers! | |
I am like the bird who dies for the sake of its mate, | |
dripping blood from its broken beak and crying out, | 15 |
Beware! Turn around and face your real enemies — | |
ambition, violence, hatred, and greed. | |
Humans are not our enemies — even those called "Vietcong" | |
If we kill our brothers and sisters, what will we have left? | |
With whom then shall we live? | 20 |