Literature
Ho Chi Minh City
Beware, mortal, for you lay feet in pagan town
Where magic is oh so real all the day around
And all languages sound same to our pointy ears
So speak with care or we´ll punish all you leers
And keep in mind that there is truth in every tale,
That every grove hides fairies behind green veil
Beware, mortal, for you face race as old as this land
Refrain from claiming our old with your greedy hand
It is not free and it is not yours, remember that well
For stealing our trasures with make you face the hell
Keep only what belongs to you and leave what does not
Or we´ll turn you to statue with our spells on the spot
Beware, mortal, for we