Inspired by Nisei Babies in Concentration Camp
The sky asunder
Tears
innocence
Into tattered
shreds
Of youth and
warmth
When mother made
The day seem
bright
But under
the night,
Under the black
banner
Under the billowing smoke
Of the self
righteous snake
All you are
Is nothing
more
Than
dispensable
A statistic,
an anomaly
To be
banished
From the
face of the earth
And thrown
back
To the sky
To drown
In a river
of injustice
To know
nothing more
Of the sorrows you suffer
To be a
glossed over page
In a text
book, full of
names
Of proud, ambitious
men
That buried
their enemies
Under the
corpses of their children
And hung their heads
Under the mantle
As trophies of valour
A solemn,
pitiful example
Of the fact
That mass
media
Is fodder
For genocide