World War II
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Then Wayne The Wise went with his legion,
The arm of freedom fighters erupted the Higgins
Commanding his squadron he trusted fully
The might of his fervor and mercy of God
Slung he his bolt action o’er his shoulder,
The battle bold, the breaths we hold, the terror we face, the horrors of Grace,
The flag that flies, the women that sigh, the lines you hold, “Oh, men, be bold!”
07/20/1945
I could not see the sun setting over the sea
as my windowless cage of armor raced over Bornean sands,
but I knew as I loaded my Colt’s magazine with bullets
and counted down the miles to the jungle
A few decades ago, there existed Die Wunderbare Republik,
Everyone lived peacefully and no problems came about,
Everything was perfect, symmetrical, and organized.
Tattered and torn clothes
Weighted gait and pale face.
The man makes his way
to the piano, as if to play.
Months of silence.
All the time in hiding.
He slowly lifts his fingers
The Eagle's Talons
When I was but a boy
On that day in '41
I had never seen a bomb
Nor had I seen a gun.
Father paid for my freedom
And he'd never let it be
That I would ever witness
Brace yourself
Welcome help
Armor up
Enough’s enough
Hope for the best
Prepare for the worst
Those are the words
You used to calm me
Down by the river
Build a bridge
Red suns rise all around me.
Seventeen eighteen year old warriors;
Starting their one way trip across the ocean.
Fat man
Sirens, "go to the shelters!"
Flash, "What happened?"
"Is this the end?"
Gasp, "MOM!"
A boy sees his mother
Wait, is that his mother?
Women were once mommas.
Once classy ladies
And Sisters
The men are all fighting
Gals have replaced
Their misters.
No longer in dresses
And ribbons,
Switch lanes, fast pace, different narrow streets
Different city, different veterans sleeping on concrete
Lone wolves devoured by group of carnivorous pigs
Heat-fuelled MACH, punches off the judges' wig
She pressed her hands agaisnt the photographs
Hoping to push away the memories
Of that never forgotten past
The pain
The sorrow
The nagging rip in her soul that she lived a life time trying to hide
We didn't understand at first
The roar that shook the earth,
The roar that would tear screams from our throats
And shake the fear slumbering in our souls,
Hope... Hope fosters dreams, the goals in life we have from little to extreme. Hope is something we can not see, yet can fill our life with glee. Through darkness we go on to just believe.That one day this goal will be achieved.
Here amongst phonemes and graphemes I can hide the truth.
Words have the power to expose,
But they also hold the power to conceal.
Poetry lets me play outside the laws and boundaries of prose.
I can neglect the period
We are merely two mice, two out of millions.
Amongst thousands of cats, they are the villains.
They have taken you from me, taken you away.
Oh, Anja! How I long for you, each and everyday.
The cattle car stopped, our ten day trip we hoped to be through
So much hatred from a Nazi, so much hatred toward a Jew
Our belongings were taken, to where we don’t know
The pile of suitcases beginning to grow
There once was a man named Fred Korematsu,
There was no aspect that made him different from you,
But one day his life changed,
As he found himself bound in chains,
That day was December 7th, 1941,
