My people lived on the mountains of Thailand and Laos,
Grew crops and raised animals for a living,
Innocent peaceful people, who once lived free,
Until war broke out and they had no choice but to flee,
Communists shot down the men, women, and children,
showed no emotions, as they were heartless savages,
Everyone ran for their lives, and away from their villages, Unfortunate ones were either killed or captured,
The captured became slaves and got tortured,
Fortunate ones ran away and had to hide in the jungles,
That was just the beginning of their struggles...

Jungles were filled with heartless communists and deadly creatures,
Most were demoralized and doubted their futures,
Communists were always hunting during daylight,
So everyone had to march only at night,
Make no noise, dont even cry,
Or communists would hear, and all will surely die...

Survivors waited at refugee camps,
Where they were loaded onto planes,
Where they flew across land and oceans,
With broken hearts and mixed emotions,
All arrived at unknown places,
Big buildings, automobiles, and different races,
Had to adapt, children learn new languages,
Had to obey unknown laws, with new traditions,
Still dying is our own religion,
We are Mien, striped from our own homeland,
But our soul and spirit will forever be with our homeland.

"Apologizes are Useless, When the deed as been done."