Thursday, February 26, 2009

I look at all the faces
sitting in the shadows
the tears, the sobs, the broken hearts,
as we leave all we love behind.

We board the bus that will take us away
from all we've known and loved
We perform our duty to its end
Some against their will

We see our home
The lonely barracks
the tired sheds
We bed down and prepare for sleep
in our new jailhouse.

I tried to hang your picture on the wall
the guards would not allow
for anything sharp, a knife or nail
could get me killed
in this sad place

12 comments:

  1. That is so sweet. Is it a tribute to you-know-who?

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  2. sorry shoulda splained that. Its a poem I had to write a poem about the Japanese Concentration Camps is the US during WWI.

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  3. You wrote that? I can not believe I am talking to a guy who can write... I am so happy right now. Great job!

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  4. I was going to ask if you were a poet or a stealer.
    Then again, I was originally going to ask if your TARDIS plan had worked because I hadn't heard from you in a while.

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  5. If it had worked you would tell us right? I think I need a vacation. On another note, maybe we could stuff Mr. Sideburns in the TARDIS and hope we never see him again.

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  6. *giggles* Knowing him he would complain that he is not boarding anything that is spelled "TARDIS".

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  7. I thought it was about school until you explained it

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  8. I guess he would refuse, but I did say stuff.

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