Foreign Children Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Foreign Children
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
Oh! don't you wish that you were me?
You have seen the scarlet trees
And the lions over seas;
You have eaten ostrich eggs,
And turned the turtle off their legs.
Such a life is very fine,
But it's not so nice as mine:
You must often as you trod,
Have wearied NOT to be abroad.
You have curious things to eat,
I am fed on proper meat;
You must dwell upon the foam,
But I am safe and live at home.
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
Oh! don't you wish that you were me?
Isn’t there anyone else on the entire planet who sees this poem as racist?
No. It's nothing ' rasist's' about it. Just pure truth. Kids around live in much worst conditions that inGB and USA. So, they sould push their parrents to improove their life conditions
A beautifully conceived song for children. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Disgraceful garbage of a racist poem
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You're a disgraceful garbage of a racist training. Philosophy Doctor? ! What kind of phtlosophy is that?
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