Ngôn ngữ: Tiếng Anh
Thời kỳ: Hiện đại

Đăng bởi Phan Quốc Vũ vào 13/07/2023 21:10

A pwerless boy

The love sun sparkling in my soul - I can turn around with the voice of a writer
Singing through the five legs and four seas with a dream of peace
Singing through barbed wire, mines and grenades, but a woodpecker

Short, slightly short lips, short hands and feet, wishing a good wife
Oh the small intestine is long and tortuous, the heart is endlessly vast
Which mountains and rivers carry all the love I cherish with human life?

Oh, my life is boring owl! Shouldn’t it be an oriole?
Singing on top of melancholy alone for the world’s grief
My souls revolve around but has never fallen into the hole

To anyone I am as strong as the brave man in the Colosseum
Swing the shining sword to kill the bloodthirsty people of war
And one day my poetry, my literature, and my art castle will be in the museum

I didn’t come to this world to laugh and enjoy
It was to find the fresh, warm and sweet peace of honeycomb
Then if war keeps licking people; I realize I’m powerless – just a boy.

In Tien Giang province, 2021