War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.
John Stuart Mill


The Voice from Above


We are Buddha, Jesus, Mohammad, whom you follow

We were born four and two and one thousand years ago 

We are flattered that you choose to “worship” us in your own unique way

Please do not think we savor being seen as your Masters

You are the master of your own thoughts

The thoughts are holistic – good, bad, ugly

As the Universe has transformed with time, so have your thoughts of us

The love and hatred in your world has to do with your pre-destiny.

In your wars of ideology in killing Jews then, and “infidels” now,

You honor us not at all!

September 11 marked the disgrace of humankind

We do not desire your devotion when your suicide bombing is still going on...


Consider this poem is being written for your posterity,

Life is too short for them to embrace your world of tragedy.


Linh Duy Vo
13 September 2007©  

Poet's Note:  Had Americans not made their ultimate sacrifices, Hitler would have enslaved the world. The Berlin Wall would have not fallen.





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