Struggle Soon to End

To those whom it may concern......LOL.
sorry. ok well anyways reading this poem may confuse you so
i would like to tell you a little of what this poem is about...nah.
just read it.

Struggle Soon to End

Bombs fill the ground, inside and out,
as petrified cries fill the jungle
All nine of my grandmother’s children follow behind her
A mother duck
leading her ducklings

Night falls
everyone moves quickly, quietly
Groups of midnight bats they are
Blinded, cold, and empty

Infants were drugged to sleep
sometimes even death
with over load
as their muffle cries dies
Older ones walks weakly
Their body emaciated and bellies round
not with food, but
Malnutrition
All husbands risks their lives
and most wives soon becomes widows

Mekong River, the yellow river of death
to many Hmong
came into view
Many groups rushes to go across
But she stays behind
holding her little children back
a mother duck preventing her ducklings
from entering the large pool of unpredictable water
Those who make it through were lucky
Some just sinks down
Dissolving
into the gruesome river

A step forward
Death greets her
with laughter
Brushing the sweat beads on her forehead
Her eyes stings and
cheeks cool on the areas with
tearstained tracks
A step backward and
Death greets her from behind
hungry and excited
Ready to swallow her in

A partner lost and nine children to feed
She takes the risk to go forward
hopping for the best
They swim across with fear and
a promise
Never to turn back

Old, exhausted and with a new home now
Her nine little ducklings
Now parents
To their own little ducklings
but this better life was not complete
Father duck was needed
To hold the family’s name and
Reverence

One score drifts by
Slowly
News arrived
Their father is
still alive
Living across the sea
He too search for his family

The family reunites
No longer they struggle alone
But together they work
Replacing the unfortunate past with
A sanguine future


what do you think? long huh?...i call it a peice of art...aha!