<<Story related to the poem>>
In the social twilight
I do have a secret fright,
That people go underground,
With their communist background,
With their hugely, filthy wealth,
So to migrate here by stealth.
My days as a happy refugee have long ended. I feel overwhelmed by the vision that one day, this class of emigrant communist officials who were brought up with communist ideals will become powerful economic giants, influential intellectuals, elite public servants and overtake this country where I’m taking refuge and turn it into a communist one.
<<Facts, pictures and video clips related to this story – the Vietnamese Communists living amongst the Vietnamese refugees abroad.>>
My days as a happy refugee have ended. These days I live with the descendants of the communist officials of my other country – Vietnam. But wait there’s more!