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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 22/37

You can’t call them Human either
Because they could never be the rain
Upon your brow
The cuts through your heart

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 21/37

Yes, you’re nothing but an object
Tightly bound
In copper wire
A kind of power
You thought belonged to you
How can you be that despicable

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 20/37

Staring directly at the sunset you refused to wear glasses
Until stars began to dance in your eyes
And you are? Who are you supposed to be?
People are going to know who you are?

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 19/37

A glimpse of someone naked
Grabbing at their clothes void of any kind of sensuality
Imagine your face
After that

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 18/37

If there were clouds?
If they were clouds, hovering 
Over your house
It shan’t fall
Ever an accident at all

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 17/37

There within the darkest instant 
The purest moment of clarity 
An escape from poverty
A new beginning

The colours of a bride
The blinding brilliance

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 16/37

They actually, couldn’t recall
Or were they aware of the destruction of the crops, it never happened
Just the opening and closing of a dream
Even gone was the light
In the blink of the eye, the bird’s  eye view

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 15/37

This Tết, lots of people like you
Chomp on soft stuff like watermelon
But after the first bite lose their teeth

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 14/37

If you had a blow-up doll
Blow it up, take it to bed
Don’t just part its legs
Pretend you’re busy so no one will see you
You can pretend to be scribbling something in the dark
Have faith in what you’ve noted
Don’t cream and holler like babies
To then after wipe your butt

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 13/37

The Man of the government has turned into a storm
You mumbled
As you listened to each drop of water fall short of an abandoned heart
Fell upon an abandoned homeland
In your heart

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 12/37

Not because you’re incapable of speech
But because there’s nothing left to say
You’re nauseated
By the talk
Behind your back
In their hopes of greatness
Gosh the people…
Slipping and sliding

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 11/37

Dead fish in a field of inhumanity
In the city of inhumanity even the streets are dead 

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 10/37

Better a drop of blood
And the heel of a child
Then

Your cruelty
Aiming for the Achilles

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 9/37

You’re knocked out
And their reason was
Because you wanted to exchange toys
And were ignorant of the cost

You had tiny wooden toys
You wanted to exchange for the world
Then you must die

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 8/37

With a long chain
Prepared
That’s how you’ve committed the mortal sin of murder
Even when it’s nothing 
But a recurring dream
The bleeding cause of your pure heart

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 7/37

One upon a time there was only one Sun now there may be two
The truth is a long night
Full, then you know you’ve survived

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 6/37

Unto you allow me this
Darkness is something we all cherish
Because in the dark
Evil can be
Effortlessly misplaced

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 5/37

But it’s meaningless
When one is bitten by a dog
Should one bite back
Especially when
It’s a bit mad?

Yes. Then again probably no

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 4/37

A waste of time as I watched you
Mumbling to yourself
Living is to give and dying meant more giving (there’s a definite sharp accent on that)

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Lê Vĩnh Tài | A FIELD OF INHUMANITY – 3/37

In your sleep
The earth is your bed
The sky in baby blue was the mosquito net