Sabaydii,

 

Here is the continuation of a series ‘Coming home’ entitled ‘a tribute’

 

Hakphaang,

 

 

Won’t say

You like the tribute

It’s not made of gold

Or even silver

But words from someone’s heart

Insignificant as he may be

 

If you like

My words are pure

With no malice to none

And no ill intention to any

 

That day

You lost your dad

Fighting in the useless war

I shed my tears for you

 

That moment

Your dad’s killer lost his life

Stepping on a bomb

I also shed my tears

For he was a Lao

Just happening to be on another side

Fighting for the cause

You and your dad also believed in

Though completely on a different spectrum

 

As anything in life

There is a winner

And there is a loser

 

Good luck for those on the wining side

The opposite gone to the other side

Still whoever you are

We are all lost

 

Let me lay a wreath on your tombs

Let me say a few words on our placard

 

We are all misled

To dream to hope

For what is not

 

We’re all to be blamed

This depravity of our people

This poverty of our country

 

Bad as it may sound

It is now in the past

 

Why not moves on?

Why not lay a tribute

With ourselves as one indestructible force?

 

What’s a tribute then?

If not dwelling into our hearts

And right the wrong with all our might

 

With only that and that alone

The tribute will mean something

To the lives that were lost

To the suffering that we all endure

 

10.17.03