You gave me a kiss But, later, a hiss

Did you know It can't be hidden

You call my art Degenerate And say you don't exagerrate

Hey now, mister You sure seem sinister

Under the shade of a tree A bee buzzed by my ear It was a boiling-hot day But the bee was still working

And I wondered to myself, How long until the bee drops dead, And does its queen Miss this hardworking bee When its hardworking segmented body finally crumbles?

During a durable durian season Tourists carefully took a taste Oh! Wheezing and sneezing Some abstained

~~petals floating down

シンガポールで コーヒを飲みます 永遠の夏

Sipping coffee here

No, my trip to the sea-shore

A poem, written after reading Loung Ung's memoir, which is titled: “First they killed my father”.