From Vangy, on Thu, 10 Dec 1998 04:58:20 GMT (in response to: Eye of the Needle)
Your poem explains the suffering the Vietnamese people had to suffer and face centuries after centuries. Decades and decades after a defeat, comes others. When can we ever have peace with other people and with ourselves? Why must we always be fighting with other countries? The saddest question is, why must we be fighting among ourselves? Thanks for taking the time to read this.
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