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 |
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