Families poor, most are quite similar,
Island girls, fish out of water, to be delivered
Looking for saviors at continental breakfasts,
Illegitimate legacies off shore, sailors deny guiltless
Pining mothers turn mail order brides,
Instant family in the land of Milk and Flies,
Nearly always end in divorce, of course the poor stay
At the poverty line, it's great divide, unpaid debt.
Still, a third world country our mothers can't forget...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A harsh reality described.Well done!