Ngôn ngữ: Tiếng Anh
Thời kỳ: Hiện đại

Đăng bởi Phan Quốc Vũ vào 13/07/2023 21:16

The unhappy homeland

Our human has a very unhappy homeland - a world that is magical every day
Each pool of sorrowful blood piled up, each cry has piled up, each hunger and thirst has piled up
Hungry children in Africa and many other places
But my heart is a sea of wonderful fantasy crystals
Not all the fruits of humanity yet
I go back to writing poetry, writing music and singing, and then drawing pictures of sadness
Life asks if we are happy or sad
What's there to ask?
When the trail of life is still covered with the blood of living beings
Smelly corpses
Who passed through the human world?
Don't look back!
What a despicable inn!
There is also fun, very little and little like the desert region
Sadness stretches out the sea clamoring
The waves, the storm and the pain
The hurricanes never end
Oh, tears haven't turned into arctic ice
Why haven't you turned me into mindless pebbles?
Let one day we don't know life
Because every time I come to life, there are many painful songs

If tomorrow could turn back time
Ask for a childhood ticket and wish all innocent humanity
Both childish and honest humanity
Let the Heaven stay in me
But then the devil is a monster
What's wrong with living in a human place?
How much better than lose, how horrible killing
Life ends with a shot and it's so simple!

I will return empty-handed and quietly
The eyes do not see, the body turns to the Heaven
Because the world is spreading mourning carpets
Who planted the long and hard days
Oh, the pain of the body, the damnation of the soul dreaming!
I don't regret the world now, never mind how you dance.

In Tien Giang province, 2021