Script To Posterity Poem by Kong Vang

Medicine does not increase your immune system...
Weapons does not create harmony...

Distance in the future...
Posterity takes out my poem...
Posterity laughs with me...
I might be dead...
But posterity wanders my life...

Posterity...
My life is a paint brush...
That writes poem on scroll...

My life is a life...
I may only understand...

Ferns and flowers are different...
Swords and gun are odd instrument...