Poor children
Xuan Tieu
  Drab colors of a starry sky soothe their wrongful childhood,
Bitter destiny when born under a bad star,
Poor children of the third world, do you deserve it?

Pale and deprived faces, vague and soul-less looks,
Roaming the small alleys of muddy markets,
Disgusting the rich kids from the four corners of the world;
Stretching their bony hands for any small change,
Struggling fiercely for any semblance of food,
That looks so valuable for your small and hungry stomach;
Poor children of the third world, do you deserve it?

Abandoned and forgotten by everyone,
Trembling with cold by night fall,
Without cover except for your own skin,
Enveloping bones that proudly display their ridges,
Dark lips shaking in the heartless winds,
Eyes sunken and closed too tired to stay awake;
Poor children of the third world, do you deserve it?

Sad fate imposed and re-enforced by time divine,
Without education to get out of this cursed destiny;
Poor children of the third world, do you deserve it?

        Please read the rest of the story in THE WOMEN OF VIETNAM.
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