Chao Boo Sang

into the land of less oil
imagining that wooden boat with white sails
into the land of mines before
i should not hear
the sounds of wailing children again
i must not see half arms
a quarter of some legs
cut ears and
exploding choppers

there i will shop and tour
see the past and smile the future
khum ung.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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