Don't tell my son that I died in vain.
Don't tell my folks that they should feel shame.
Don't tell my wife I was an evil man.
Don't tell my town that I should have ran.
Just sit in shame as you spin your web
Of rights and wrongs that come out of your head.
Talk, debate for all I care but I can tell you this you were not there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like a voice from Vietnam. Never went there myself, but some of my friends did. The first line Don't tell my son that I died in vain reminds me of one of the lines from my poem RIVER RAN RED. I invite you to read it. Thanks.