One cup of water for five people
Burning my throat.
Do you know the nauseous smell of rotten shrimp paste?
Despite my empty stomach, the bile flows bitter
And I spit out "human rights" to the Second Republic!
Yet listen to them
"Eat and lie flat on your back for twenty-four hours.
Remember, son..
Raise your head and we'll break your ribs:
Unbutton your shirt and you'll eat lime dust."
You ask me where is Hell
Deep in my heart I remember night at Con Son--
The echo of a creaking door
The beatings
They crying out at midnight
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