Poem by Bui Minh Quoc

Dear people what is it you have misplaced
that countless years have worn your soles and bodies
before the stately road of the Party?
The servants of yours with the Mandarin faces
callously presiding on jungles and mountains of complaints

Dear people how much longer to endure?
What ball and chain restricts the insides of your head?
an endurance that fattens a gang of octopus
whose hundred tentacles sucks this nation's life

A hundred tentacles engulfing the entire sky
sprouting everywhere an AIDS of the brain
they bury those heads that think
those hearts that still beat for Vietnam.

Oh Vietnam, Vietnam!

(Translated version of a poem by dissident party member Bui Minh Quoc)

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