by Shara Thepsenavong

Created on: September 07, 2008

Leaders go and kill your men!
For those who refuse to share your belief
Mark whose right! Even then throw your steam
And all the while many mothers are doomed to weep.

You! lake! You are blue!
How dare you show in the lovely yellow
So what the glitters of the calm waves and
leave! You with your filthy color's sight.

From a seed, a plant is born
and with a mother, another too.
Will the tears match the rain?
Or will it match the sea and flood the cities?

Who cares the color of that river?
As long as river of fill it is
But my green one marks this land better
than your brown one that rushes near.

I am blessed by God's evergreen trees
Take that to mind, you near the machines lab!
My green reflected, pure and healthy
Yours brown and scary.

So don't dare to take my trees that make me green
Don't even flood near me!
You brown, filthy, river that's doom to dirt and history's litter
I am green, so stay away from me.

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