Good Morning Vietnam 

Good Morning Vietnam 

you came from the country
of
freedom
and democracy.

“good morning Viet Nam”
it sound odd from Americans’ mouths
but, you said it right;
as, you were
at
the wrong time
and the wrong place.

you landed on the Red Beach in Da Nang
on March, eight, two-thousand sixty five.
you found yourselves on a strangers’ land
of
heat,
humidity,
soggy rain,
blazing sun,
flies and bugs…

good morning Vietnam
you said
it
right.
unfortunately, it was deadly misguided.
you were thrown into a labyrinth of propaganda
which made
you
believe
you were fighting to serve your nation.

this war was but a chess game
which
served
huge benefits
of the élites’ from the both sides
those top communists in Red Russia and Red China
and fat bankers and capitalists in the West, especially in USA.

good morning Vietnam.
you said it right.
it was a nightmare of life
and a hell of war
for
ordinary people
like you – the Yankees
and us– the locals born in Vietnam.

we had no choice
but
took
the shit of it.
our blood was spilled;
our flesh was rotten;
our bones were crushed;
our corpses were decayed.

goodbye Vietnam
it was the only time
you said
it
right
we were all sore losers.
only big winners were powerful elites from both the left and the right .

in memory of those Americans and Vietnamese
who
lost their lives
in that nonsense war,
we licked our wounds and
kept our heads
down
in silence.

LEST WE FORGET.

09-11-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

How Could It Be? Who Would Believe It?

How Could It Be? Who Would Believe It?

they did not go to a brothel
to buy
erotic sex 
from prostitutes.
they didn’t gamble in a Casino to spend
the last cent
from the money
for their kids’ food.
they were not in a pub to drink hard liquor;
therefore,
they could get so drunk
to kill someone in a car accident.
they was not involved in drug trades
so that they would die in a gang-related shooting.

in another word, they were not hardcore people
who risked their lives
by
playing
Russian roulette.

they were regular innocent people
who
would not dare
commit a sin
or a misdemeanor.

those believers
and their families
gathered at the House of Lord
for the Sunday’s service
to worship
Him
and pray for their own well-being and safety.

they trusted so much in God’s full protection
to put
their own fates
in His almighty hands.

how could it be?
who would believe it?

they were hunted and shot;
right
inside their God’s own home;
and in front of his naked eyes.

twenty six deaths in the age range
from
10 months
to seventy seven years old;
about half of them were children.
twenty others were injured.

it absolutely made
no sense
at all.

by the time
of that horrible crime,
where would the Almighty God be?

08-18-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

The Mass-Murder but Not an Act of Terrorism

The Mass-Murder but Not an Act of Terrorism

On Sunday morning, the fifth of November, two thousand seventeen;
just
five days 
after the Halloween;
all chaos were over.
everything was back to its normal rhythm;
as all the dead had already gone back to their own graves.
not much left for him;
to do
Satan was happily taking a nap.

All of a sudden, his cell phone was ringing;
he was very upset at news of the shooting,
because, it created a serious headache for him.
his hell had already been
fully sardine-packed;
utterly,
no
room left
for another sinner’s soul.

Furthermore, the shooter was a mass murderer,
not
legally
and politically
classified as a terrorist;
simply because, he was an American citizen made-in-USA.

To collect
this person’s soul
Satan must respect the basic legal requirement
“the shooter must be considered
innocent
before
legally proven
guilty in an USA’s court of laws”.

Satan knew his soul collection would be much easier,
if
this senseless,
coward mass-shooting were done
by an American citizen
who was born
in USA,
but
had a Muslim culture
or a Muslim religious background .

07-11-2017
Thao chuong Tran Quoc Viet

My Sundry Thought about Daylight Saving Time

My Sundry Thought about Daylight Saving Time

excuse me!
wait for a minute
I wanna clarify 
whether I heard you right
or it was just my wild imagination.

let me have a couple minutes to think
over
about
what you’ve jut said.

“daylight saving time?”
I still don’t get it
are you sure you know what you were talking about?
I am afraid
to say
that
either would you be insane
or would you be kidding me.

how could it be possible for us?
how
would
any mortal being
save his living time
which is continuously zipping by like a rocket?

certainly, you can physically set back an hour or so
on your a fancy modern wristwatch,
on your expensively antique grandfather clock,
or
on any device,
that you use to measure time.
regardless whatever you desperately do, you make no difference for your day.

ain’t it ironic?
modern man always let his life depend too much on
an abstract concept
the so-called
time .

05-11-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Do Not Worry

Do Not Worry

After, I die 
I’d be gone for good
I wouldn’t mind whether my enemies happily laugh at,
or my loved ones hysterically cry for, my death.

Go ahead;
do whatever you prefer about my grave,
I
really
don’t care
even you pee at,
or deface, my tombstone.

However, I am afraid
you would be disappointed
to find
no grave of mine
as, I don’t want to have my remains buried,
then gradually
rotten,
and become food
for worms and micro-organisms.

Furthermore, I might die in a plane crash
or in a natural disaster
in
which
my remains would be
perished and never found.

Also, I am thinking
of
other
possibilities;
either would I donate the corpse for medical purposes
or would I have it cremated and spread anywhere

So,
no point
to worry about my own death
while I am still kicking alive.

When I get out of here,
someone else will take care
of
all problems
which are left behind by ME.

I’ll rest in peace
with
absolutely
no worry at all.

05-11-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

My Lost Love

My Lost Love

the love, which I have just lost;
even
if 
someone
has found it
returned to god’s lost-and-found section.
it must be too late for me to have it back.

it’s too much to take;
I couldn’t believe it.
my heart’s shattered;
my mind’s frozen;
my soul’s dying.
I’m buried deep inside a Satan’s burning hell.

oh
no.
it ain’t
the truth,
but a nightmare,
in a maze with many layers of bad dreams.

please help stop this the terrifying trance.
wake me up, please
‘til
I would come back
right
to
the moment
which i was just falling in love.

03-11-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

The Universe Without YOU

The Universe Without YOU

YOU are the only one
whom
i’ve loved 
i’ve cared for
and i’d die for .

even
the earth is spinning
the sun is shinning
everything is still fully intact.
yet, you’re no longer here.
not much
left
for me to be inspired,
for my life to be bright.

love
would be eternal,
as in my wild dream,
at the time, i fell in love with you.

even though, I know this world is over-populated,
with billions of people out there.
but not YOU
the one,
whom
I’ve been always thinking of.

The universe,
without
YOU,
is emptily meaningless.
it’s a hell that burns my heart eternally.

03-11-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

Death is the Only Guarantee for Life

Death is the Only Guarantee for Life,

not 
much
you can do about it
whether death worries you,
it bothers you,
or it scares you.

death is a lifetime guarantee
without
any exception.
all mortal beings must go back to dust.

unfortunately, no guarantee
for
the dream
of being re-born.

also no warranty regardless how much one has paid
in full amount,
in advance,
for the reservation
of a seat in heaven.

absolutely,
no money back.
even, one would find out after his death
such a prepaid ticket was just an artistic scam.

anyway,
life
itself is a precious gift
which depends very much on us
of
how each of us
would like to spend it.

some prefer to trade
for
money,
fame and glory,
or power and authority, etc.
others love to keep and enjoy it for themselves.

it doesn’t matter much
how one decides to do with his life
so long as, he doesn’t regret at these last minutes
by the time, he checks
out of
here.

02-11-2017
Thao Chuong Tran Quoc Viet

The Cycle O’ Life and Death

The Cycle O’ Life and Death

i’ve been strolling around for many years.
sometimes,

wonder
where would I be ended up?

i would be like a patch of cloud
which is wandering away and eventually vanished
at the unknown
horizon?

an autumn
leaf
flies away from its branch;
it always goes back to its roots.
would i be the same?
when i am out of here,
i’d go back
to
the place
i originally came from.

it’s my forever sweet home
where i’ll take a hot bath and a good rest
then i stay for awhile to recharge my energy;
before i‘d be drifted again to another world
through an endless cycle
of
life
and death.

01-11-2017
Thảo Chương Trần Quốc Việt