Chị khóc Weeping Woman

Weeping Woman

She is weeping for her lost right arm
She cannot write the alphabet any more
on the kindergarten blackboard.

She is weeping for her lost right arm.
She cannot hold her baby and caress it at the same time
ever again.

She is weeping for her lost right arm.
The stump aches, and her side.

She is weeping for her lost right arm.
The left alone cannot use a rifle
to help shoot down the attacking plane.

In the wide skies over the Delta
her right hand that is not there
writes indelibly,
‘Cruel America,
when you mutilate our land and bodies,
it is your own soul you destroy,
not ours.’