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THE WRITERS POST (ISSN: 1527-5467) VOLUME 5 DOUBLE ISSUE WINTER 2003 SPRING 2004
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LUAN HOAN
_______________________________ THE
PRAY ON THE
EXECUTION GROUNDS (translated by N. SAOMAI) The sky is still blue, perhaps. Here I go down on my knees. A lulling sound
breaks into song Sad may be, I am to
hear. My hands are bound
with cords, my body shadows the
earth. This country of
sorrow my closed eyes looks
at no more. Oh you brothers in
front of me! Oh you friends
behind me! Oh you small
bullets! Let me drink my cup. Spring will have
arrived Songs will be sung But which dream is
my mother’s, which sobbing my
sister’s? Please let my eyes open Let me see those hands trembling. Since no victory is
great against the life of suffering
human. Pray I know not you are man as I am Pray I know not I die at your hands. Œ · THE
WRITERS POST (ISSN: 1527-5467), VOLUME 5 DOUBLE ISSUE WINTER 2003 - SPRING 2004 Editorial
note: All
works published in this issue are simultaneously published in the printed
Wordbridge magazine double issue 3 &4 Winter 2003 & Spring 2004.
(ISSN: 1540-1723). Copyright
© N.
Saomai 1999, 2004. Nothing in this issue may be downloaded, distributed, or
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