I’ll give you a roll of barbwire
A vine for this modern epoch
Climbing all over our souls
That’s our love, take it, don’t ask
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It is strange how there appears to be parrelels with today. War is of great concern. The imagery of this is incredible. 'On a hammock swinging between two smashed poles' is truely horrific; and moreso than the obviousness of children in situations of horror. The final stanza is perhaps the most horrific, because of its implicated acceptance of horror. This is a powerful piece of writing. I could not read any of the East Asian languages, but does that matter? What needs to copare? This is enough!
Hi Denis Joe, Thanks for your comments. I've forwarded them to Tran Da Tu. He'll be very touched, I'm sure. You can read more about this poet at the website, 'wikivietlit.'