Vietnam
  
	
						Christine Marguerite Palola 
  
			
			Their eyes are shaded by  
         the red rain 
         for them it is everlasting  
         it falls from humanly skies  
         into the unbearable  
         jungle heat and smothers them. 
Delirious in the slaughter  
         they run to fear from fear  
         their every moment of existence  
         is an eternity in the falling  
         of the rain of hell. 
		   
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