Even if the Truong Son Mountains Burn-Revolutionary Poetry

Here is the first piece of working class revolutionary poetry contributed by my good comrade Matt for a section of the blog dedicated entirely to his artwork.
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Even if the truong son mountains burn



Some people say there is no such thing as a stupid question

That’s a lie

People come up to me and ask me stupid shit

All the time

Heres an example

Say you know you’re political

Do you think Iraq is our generations Vietnam

You stupid arrogant presumptuous prick

Vietnam was never ours to begin with

You know people always running their mouths

About something called the Vietnam era

Also something known as the sixties

Which evokes memories

Of marching in the street

Free sex, protests FREE SEX

Electric acid kool aid tests

Flower children hippies

And who could forget

The grateful dead

Jamming on Haight Ashbury

I wonder how the Vietnamese

Look back on the sixties

A decade which brought them carpet

Bombing of their countryside

And various acts of genocide

Such as landmines that the us government

Still will not offer the locations of

But no words could do justice to the inhumanity unleashed

Nor would they even bring a modicum of justice to the Vietnamese

So instead sit back and get comfy

Because I am gonna tell you all a little could be story

To all potential and for all would be revolutionaries

And while I can teach you certain facts

And certain principles

I cannot teach you courage

And I cannot teach you balls

Tonight’s lesson

Revolves

Around Ho Chi Minh

Whose balls were so big

They could not fit

In North Vietnam alone

That’s why they had to unify the country

In nineteen nineteen a Vietnamese waiter

Sometimes cook sometimes gardener

Stormed the treaty of Versailles

And demanded independence for Vietnam

His name was Ngyuen tat thanh

But the world would come to know him

As Ho Chi Minh

Who before he ever picked up the works of Marx or Lenin

Knew first hand of imperial humiliation

And subjugation

You see two thirds of world is ocean

And most of that remaining third

Are broken up into chunks of land called third world countries

They used to just be called colonies

That is until just about the nineteen fifties

The Vanguards at smashing the past five centuries of history

Without a doubt have been the Cubans and Vietnamese

In nineteen forty five

With the first abdication Bao Dai

The French slash Japanese slash French again

Later still American puppet

(Where do they find these guys)

Ho Chi Minh

Would declare Vietnam independent

But that was just the beginning

But the story begins a little earlier

You see before he read the works of Marx and Lenin

He saw the humiliation and subjugation of his people

All done in the name of humanism

And he knew it was bullshit

Because these conclusions are quite natural

When they argue you that you are less than human

You see French imperialists argued they were Annam

Not to be confused with a man and certainly not a Frenchmen

But the French would come to know this man

As ho chi Minh

Who closed the first Indochina war

In nineteen fifty four

With what maybe come to be seen

As the most significant military victory

Of the past five centuries

Dien Bien Phu

Then the Americans came in

Sending in the poorest of the poor

To fight the war

Against Vietnamese independence

In that first wave they sent the harlem black

The bordertown spic

Midwestern quote end quote trailer trash

In the name of freedom and democracy

If it weren’t so tragic

The Vietnamese might have seen it as funny

You see for centuries

The French tried the same thing

Instead they called it

Fraternity equality and liberty

The Japanese called it spheres of co prosperity

And while playing with words and dirty tricks

Might work with

In name and flag alone nationalists

Fighting for flag independence

Ho chi minh was a

Anti imperialist

I realize an imperialist is an imperialist

Vietnam must know independence even if the truong son mountains burn

I said it I meant it

Just give me the facts and statistics

For every one we kill of you

You can kill ten of us

And even at those odds

We will still win

Marxist Leninist

And the moral of the story is this

We all have the opportunity

To shape and change

The course of history

In 1919 a Vietnamese waiter

Sometimes cook sometimes gardener

Stormed the treaty of Versailles

His name was Ngyuen Tat Thanh

But the world would come to know him

As Ho Chi Minh