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The Tale of Mother Vietnam

 

I had 100 children born from the legend “Rồng Tiên”.

After 4,000 years of upheaval with frequent blood and fire,

I’ve managed to survive with 96 million children of mine.

Millions of them have left me with the guilt they couldn’t hide.

 

When I was a young girl millennia ago, I remember,

The barbaric Chinese conqueror forced me to become his mate.

My two girls, “Trắc and Nhị”, blew up with thunderous rage,

Charging their elephants into battle, butchering those barbaric faces.

 

How much more strength could my two girls need

To fight off the Han Chinese advancing faster than the savage beasts.

The heroic sisters’ revolt held them off for over three years.

Though hopelessly outnumbered, my two girls ended their lives, without fear.

 

Ngô Quyền, my dearest son whom I put to the task:

To rise up for vengeance even after a thousand years had passed

Vowing to turn “Bạch Đằng River” into a Chinese burial place.

Knowing his resolve, the Chinese couldn’t hide their shivering faces.

 

I endured a thousand years while the Han Chinese dominated.

They forcibly passed me around as their favorite mate.

After Chinese hands then came Frenchmen.

Taking their turn, they soiled my body, hands after hands.”

 

After the end of World War II, I thought my ordeal was over,

But the shameless Frenchmen returned to claim me forever.

Go away French! but they just glanced at me with disdain

Enraged, do-or-die, I drew up my battle plan.”

 

Điện Biên Phủ! Here I come to teach those bastards

I surrounded them with artillery shelling, my tactical arts

France surrendered but soon the U.S. intervened for peace?

In 1954, they conspired to cut my body in half, for the world to see.

 

My Northern children endured lack of foods and clothing

By nightfall, “Uncle Hồ” told them to use their eyes and ears for spying

The Southern children learned to protect each other

Then, weekends came with movies and soccer games to offer.

 

But, Mom’s life was still laden with misfortunes.

Peace was shorted-lived, in just a few years, then out of tune

Go South”, Uncle Hồ ordered his weary troops.

Take over the South by any means in the red book.”

 

On April 30th, 1975, my body was sewed back into one piece

Liberation!” they said, but why did one half sob and the other half laugh?

The Northern children charged into the South to claim their precious loots

The Southern ones scrambled to the sea, without one last look.

 

Mom asked you, “How many died in the open sea?

How many lost their lives in the murky jungle, trying to flee?

How many girls and women were savagely raped?

And how many bodies had gone to the fish in their failed escape?”

 

I am agonized because my children are tormented

While braving the rough sea for a life of breathing free.

Your peaceful lives are now in jeopardy

Those bastards are now here to trouble us.

 

Đàm Vĩnh Hưng” is simply the most hated name

The brainless barber first sings for foods and now for fame,

While the communist party continues thanking him for its financial gains,

Singing lullabies for his Vietnamese feckless fans.

 

For crying out loud, so many “Việt Kiều” foolish youths,

Have been flooding Bolsa, and now Philadelphia.

His coming here only to be met with shouts and jeers

From Vietnamese people who vow to keep “Lửa chống cộng”, near and dear.

 

Đàm Vĩnh Hưng is merely a singer for hire.

If there were no promoters, we wouldn’t waste our time

Protesting the promoters is like a stone killing two birds

That strategy has never failed if “bầu show” exposed first.

 

It’s good that Đàm Vỉnh Hưng seemed to be less friendly

We haven’t seen him in Philadelphia lately

So I grabbed a beer to enjoy with my barbecued dried squid

Suddenly came the news, “Tri Quang” has just breathed his last.

 

The amount of emails had already flooded my inbox

Containing many subjects with malicious allegations

Most of the emails coming from zealous Diệm Ngô’s supporters

Accusing Trí Quang: “a communist disguised as a shaved-head monk.”

 

Those who still revered Ngo couldn’t pass up a chance to unload their rancor

Spewing malicious slander at Trí Quang to please their hateful hearts

Even Quảng Đức’s self-immolation several decades ago was also brought up

Catholics believed he was barbecued alive by punk Buddhist monks.

 

The Buddhists concentrated on chanting “A Di Đà Phật”

They believed in the Quảng Đức’s miraculous heart relic he left behind

The self-immolation monk no longer had to defend his sacrifice

While Catholics bowed their heads: “Yes, Father and Dear God”

 

Mother see that you have taken your gods to the internet

Using Jesus and Buddha to settle your scores

Wanting to know whose god is mere silver or real gold

The same way you placed your bets on a soccer match.

 

Alexandre de Rhodes scolded right after the match:

Without me, there would be NO Vietnamese written language today

And neither Vietnamese Christians and Catholic churches

I came here leading the way for the French imperialists”

 

Sure thanks, de Rhodes had made us more educated?

O U I was our very first lesson: “Oui, Monsieur”

In a little while, we forgot who we were

We stopped “Mô Phật” and bowed our head “Amen” before Jesus.

 

The Frenchmen wanted us to become their buffaloes and horses

Their intention was to colonize us for their Mother France

One hundred years had exhausted all the patience in my plan

Mom told the Việt Minh, “rise up and kick their fatty butts.”

 

But Frenchmen, kept acting like a hard-headed, foolish bunch

Still speaking pompously after being crushed at Điện Biên Phủ

Finally, they made a pact to head South with nearly a million Việt

Among them were Bảo Đại, Catholic followers, and the clan of Diệm.

 

After only one year, Diệm started to find faults with the Emperor

Forcing Bảo Đại to abdicate and sending Frenchmen packing

Naming himself President ruling from the lofty ninth cloud

And let Hồ subjugate North Vietnam no one dared to shout.

 

But, Mom’s life was still laden with misfortunes

Peace was short-lived, in just a few years, then out of tune

Go South” Uncle Hồ ordered his weary troops

Take over the South by any means in the red book.”

 

On April 30th, 1975, my body was sewed back into one piece

Liberation!”, but why did one half sob and the other half laugh?

Northern children charged into the South to claim their loots

The Southern ones scrambled to the sea, without one last look.

 

Mom asked you, “How many died in the open sea?

How many lost their lives in the murky jungle, trying to flee?

How many girls and women were savagely raped?

And how many bodies had gone to the fish in their failed escape?”

 

Children! You must learn how to save yourself

 

Mom’s sad because I do not know what else I can do

Why children snarl at each other like wolf packs fighting for carcass

Because of the teaching in the Roman Catholic catechism

You continue to feud with Buddhism, saying it a bad faith.

 

Hatred and love both come from your Vietnamese heart

Though you are not related by blood, you are all my children

You should treat each other with a kinder and tenderer soul

For in graveyards in Vietnam, you only see “Amen” or “Mô Phật”

 

Perhaps, your fate might have been sealed

Lý, Trần, Lê, Nguyễn, could be changed to Xi (Jinping)

If you don’t wake up from your slumber before it’s too late

Vietnam will be finished as a country to begin its new colonial fate.

 

Settling Old Scores – Then and Now…

 

During the Vietnam War, you children killed each other with bombs

Today, you settle old scores with loud mouths and speakers

Đả Đảo Việt Cộng” whenever Đàm Vĩnh Hưng appears in Philly

Shouting “Down with Vietnam communism” one, two, three.

 

“The nature had its own tussle between ocean and strawberry valleys

So did our societal scuffle leave us with a lamented heart.” (The Tale of Kieu)

Independence has been with us for more than forty years

Why in the world, you’re still in bed with China, are they your peers?

 

The Chinese army are marching toward our doorstep

And why are you still deep in your “f****in” sleep

Viet Nam, wake up quickly from your damn slumber

Arm your people with the resolve to defend your borders

 

It was that your past ignorance, I couldn’t undo

Because you did not know how evil Lenin and Uncle Ho were

But now you have learned how bad they have been

It’s not too late to undo your mistreatment to your kin.

 

Vietnamese people are known for their valor

For their courage to stand up to any challenges they had faced

Fighting China, defeating France, sending home Yankees

But don’t be such an ass**** to fight each other for the world to see.

 

Millions of Vietnamese people like me

Longing for a return home to a democratic Vietnam

Losing our parents, we all do

But losing our country to China, we will become their buffaloes for life.”

 

In resignation…

Why does the civil war continues until this day?

Too much tears for my kindred who’ve lost their way

United we stand, divided we fall, you know that

Perhaps, “family feud” shall be forever, “your Vietnamese way?”

 

 

Mother Vietnam

March 20, 2020