I was saved by the Americans at school -
In time of hungry nineties years -
People from church, named 'Brothers Gideon' -
sent me the boxes of humanitarian aid.
Nationality is just our way of looking at it, it is human who feels for another human....Liked it Liza.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Compassion exists along side apathy and hate. Thanks, Liza