Children’s Dance
A guile as a ballet dancer
Was the special unit’s panther
Graceful as a flying bird
In close combat hand to hand
‘Tis not easy to perceive
What good training can achieve
The time was late
Approaching eight
The season fall
The shadows tall
Our luck
The bus
Was stuck
On the outskirts
Of Hanoi
What a joy!
Children screaming
Great delight
Faces gleaming
Eyes too bright
“Guantanamera”
Filled my ears
“Guantanamera”
Loud and clear
Expressing welcome
To comrades dear
A moving sight
Of pure delight
The twinkle in their eyes
The joyous screams
Tell of youthful hope
And bondless dream
The choice of words is no obstacle
In the land of hammer and sickle
Response of children does astound
Hand in hand formed a ring
As we turned round and round
All in unison will sing.
Vietnam Vietnam
Vietnam Vietnam
American bum!
All tumbled to the ground
High rose the mumbling sound
Of merry laughter,
Girls came after,
Though more reticent
On sharing were bent.
Came the moment to depart
As we heard the buses start
Would the moment I could capture
That did fill my heart with rapture
Warm embraces no surprise
High and firm the hands did rise
At the top of our voice
Chanted slogans of my choice
Vietnam Palestine
Vietnam Palestine
Source of inspiration,
Boundless admiration,
Ball of fire.
No desire
For common obsession
With private possession
Hanoi, November 1975
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