TALKERS
Poem by: Chan Mongol
Many talker people never been caught in the middle of a horrible war;
They didn't experience bullets pierced the air from the left ear and right of ear!
They were not victims to know how airforce shoot by machine guns from the air;
As targets of shootings of airforce from low altitude at boat travelers in the river!
I am not a fake man and a phony story teller but a history teller;
I saw how a bullet pierced the heart of my main man, my father!
For certain people, the horror of a war is an amusement, a material for fun;
They will not know the pain and outcry of losing parents or any family clan!
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