Sabaydii,
Here is the continuation of a series 'Coming home' entitled 'an alien ideology'
Hakphaang,
Walking around Vientiane
Kicking the dust into the air
I came to muse over the path
Of this great city
Not far a time
This city changed hands
But not even once
This drastic
That it had to chase away its own people
Like they were not of a family
But enemies to be got rid of
Can't really say
When exactly did we
A gentle people
Become this harsh
This cruel
One could say
Sad history repeated itself
Did make people
Want to cut a tie
Make an overhaul
A new beginning
Still this doesn't justify
The cruelty unheard of
In our country long existed
Why didn't we instead
Make use of the talent
Hard in getting it
Or was the new ideology far more better
That it could turn dust into gold
In an overnight?
Sad to say
Buddhists we may be
But our root didn't reach that far
That deep
With a slight twist of words
Our head turned
And turned badly
Until we don't know
Who we really are anymore
I for one
Was attracted to this enticing ideology
With so much promises and so much passion
Who could do without?
Yes Muang Lao does need a change
An old way just doesn't cut any more
Years and years of despair was too much to swallow
We as a people could do more than what's given
Still it doesn't give us any right
To destroy the very basis we stood on
Instead
We need a way to link to the past
Not uprooting it
Like everything else
Ideology comes and goes
What stays behind
Is but people
Our own people
Nothing is more sad
Than the destruction of the hands that feed you
Still I hope
Within my lifetime
I could still see
Muang Lao rebounds from this tragic history
No one can do for us
But we ourselves
The once proud Lao
9.25.03
