To Dr. Nguyen Dan Que
Please,speak for me
It’s time
Not to accept darkness
As the sun
Not to see dead leaves
As an image of spring
Please,speak for me
The flower of love
Never blooms from a gun’s barrel
The fruit of hatred
Always rots the Motherland

Please, speak for me
Ten years of prison
The blood of freedom
Still flows in the soul

Please,speak for me
Another prison term
Actually adds oil
To freedom’s toils

Please,speak for me
Please,speak for us
Please,speak for the world
My Motherland, our Motherland
Needs freedom’s breeze.

By Trang Chau

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