A Poet Must Learn To

I Only Follow One Party: The Vietnamese Party.

A Poet Must Learn To Wage War.

The Rice Grain Suffers Under The Blow Of The Pestle. But Admire Its Whiteness Once The Order Is Over. So It Is With Men And The World We Live In. To Be A Man One Must Suffer The Blows Of Misfortune.

It Is Better To Sacrifice Everything Than To Live In Slavery!

We Have A Secret Weapon...it Is Called Nationalism