The Vietnam

“They said its color.
They said its religion,
They said its money,
They said its power,
They said it’s human,
They said its war.”

We knew not it,
We never tried it,
All we grow is paddy,
All we help is the needy.
They said it’s real,
They said its war.

Never had we met a king,
Nor a leader.
Never did we sing,
The song of cheer.
They said its dawn,
They said its war.

Lost our homes, fields
Lost our blood and friends,
Not enough, our tears.
Not enough, your prayers
They still say, its coming,
They say it’s since war.”

Written by
Aroon Che

This is a poem/ song about a typical Vietnamese, who doesn’t know what is communism and what democracy is, yet still happened to take part in a war, in the role of its sufferer.
The American did a big loss than what communism would have done it for next century.
It arranged a war saying it’s to protect freedom.
But it’s really contrary to what actually happened in the field.
It’s not the war that’s bad. It’s the idea of man to win anything through a war. And it’s bad.

[Vietnam War was fought against Communism for about 18 years. Comrades won it.]