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Sabaydii,
Here is the continuation of a series ‘Coming home’ entitled ‘D-Day[1]’
Hakphaang,
Kongkeo Saycocie
Not sure
Where I was at that fateful day
But somewhere on the street of
Like something struck me in the head
The news of the abolition of the monarchy
And the proclamation of the new regime
Was hard to swallow
Out of nowhere
The number one man was not
The much beloved Chao Souphanouvong[2]
But someone we hardly knew about
Like a skilled magician
Performing a trick on the credulous audience
The new regime took our trust
Spinning it out of shape
And stood back laughing at what we became
Walking on the street of
I cried at our innocence
At the many lives vegetating at the detention camp
At our hope cruelly dashed
And for nothing
No one knows
Why we stayed behind
Why didn’t we leave the country?
Is that hard to figure out?
Oh we are
But the leftover
Nobody cares
Slowly
My legs moved on
To where I didn’t know
Kaisone[3] was no more
Chao Souphanouvong was but a tragic past
Where are we going now?
Would another D-Day make a difference?
If so
Who could follow them this time?
Like a boat badly damaged
Not sure if I can take it again
Oh Muang Lao
What fate took you
What a big hole in our hearts
D-Day D-Day
10.1.03