Ode to Thich Quang Duc

In the morning,

No one was shocked with my show-off

Everyone was loitering and watching

Because death is no special to us

Death is the fate of my people

It was the French and now the Americans

We are leashed again

Oh, the seventeeth again

Dear Ho and Giap

Acres of RICEFIELDS turns into layers of LANDMINES

Mother nature is crying

a plethora of bombs explode

Peasants are dying, hungry