artifical governmentA Poem by sentimental~ galoreThis is a found poem...Japanese Americans, identification cards, enemy aliens. Uproot from homes, worried about safety. Tied end to end. Wrapping paper, bags, boxes, and bits of silk thread, Rolled up into a silk ball. The simple things to dispose of. Paintings, porcelain, and pottery: To be packed for storage or thrown out. Gratitude, freedom, pleasant memory: Couldn’t bear to throw away, But the army wouldn’t wait. Pain- stricken, internal friction, and helplessness. It was hopeless. Barbered wire, harsh land, dismal camp. Pity spread like a disease. Corrosive nature creates doubts and tensions. An entirely different air saps the intiative. Lost my voice from the dust; homesick and dreary. There is no escape. Baggage and name tags. Family number 13453. © 2011 sentimental~ galoreAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on February 24, 2011 Last Updated on February 24, 2011 Authorsentimental~ galoreon the moon, CAAboutRanbir. Eighteen and looking for answers with great glory. Wrapped in the seeds of adventures. Vanilla coffee, Rasberry iced tea, and A Fine Frenzy. Bob Dylan Bucket of blues and eyes eager to see.. more..Writing
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