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
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That is so sweet. Is it a tribute to you-know-who?
ReplyDeletesorry shoulda splained that. Its a poem I had to write a poem about the Japanese Concentration Camps is the US during WWI.
ReplyDeleteYou wrote that? I can not believe I am talking to a guy who can write... I am so happy right now. Great job!
ReplyDeleteI was going to ask if you were a poet or a stealer.
ReplyDeleteThen again, I was originally going to ask if your TARDIS plan had worked because I hadn't heard from you in a while.
O.O Awesome job, Micah
ReplyDeleteIf 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.
ReplyDelete*giggles* Knowing him he would complain that he is not boarding anything that is spelled "TARDIS".
ReplyDeletecool
ReplyDeleteI thought it was about school until you explained it
ReplyDeleteOh, I forgot. Good job!
ReplyDeleteLOL @Andrew
ReplyDeleteI guess he would refuse, but I did say stuff.
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