Page 335 - Thorn In The Heart

Chinh Nguyên

orphan-child, who have cried beside their relative dead bodies. They
were either no hope for their best in the future while their head
house was alive or after he died. Their future was always dark, blind
and empty as the long night going along with their lives.
Few times Nguyen saw a child on the battle with no parent. He
was crawled, cried and afraid by the sound of cannon shell, bombs,
and firefight waged in streets with terrifying to force off buildings
and walls. The dust of ashes, blood covered all his body and faces. He
was cried and tottered to across the battlefield area without help
and clothing, where were the chunks of wood, brick, bloody and
dead bodies on the ground because the people were panic. They had
tried to rush any directions for helping themselves out of the dead
zone.
Nguyen has tried to think that to be the man. People should get
all of the happiness, sadness, and painful. Those things were coming
from the ways of life, but it was so hard for people to living. Life
ready had been having hostile, killing, old, sickness, and death. Why
someone was spread more the holes of painful for the humankind by
their ambitions, and morals…?
The man was born with nothing in his hands! It was clear to
mean that he entered into our world by his peaceful to learn about
love, share to survive. Most of the happiness he had got less more
than sad that he gained in his life being born! Because of the
extermination from the dirty war by the dishonest politicians, the
wickedness of some ambitions and ambivalence of the people, who
thought they were the leader class and had the right to do for the
man.
Man either always was the enemy or friend of each other, since
he was fighting to keep up with his society to live, grow, love and
sharing. But the fight was not to kill or to kill...! fight in peace and
competition within moral to develop humanity on the world.
Somehow effort to forgetting was to be an effort to
remembering...! Any things happened to Nguyen's past; it never
buried out of his soul. The moan and screamed always came back at

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