Volume 120 >> Issue 19 : Tuesday, April 11, 2000

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Poetry Corner

Through the misty river of my ancestors,

Flowed the blood of sons and daughters.

Taken by their Own

Taken by Strangers.

These pale men armed with Death

Lead a path of broken destruction

Their Duty.

Their Orders.

Took without thought

Like Strangers in a strange land

Blinded by the hope

They could not understand

And here I stand today,

In the shadows of the soul survivors

Drinking the pure water of Liberty

Protected by Freedom

By these same men

Same confusion, same disdain

Staring solemnly into the

ghostly eyes of a soldier

And in this strange circle

I am frightened at the

Reflection of my people

Of my family in their eyes.

Taken by their Own

Taken by Strangers.

By David Ngo