Flower
You were a beauty to behold &
among all the flowers of the field,
you alone capture my attention.
In a Field
A fading print
of a poem
from World
War I
with poppies
growing
where men
perished.
Their anguish burns
as the dead cannot rest
as they cannot sleep
or their sacrifice ever forgotten.
Massive destruction
in Ukraine
is far from
my quiet desk.
For me, I can
turn off
the news
on a tragedy that will
continue until
all
missiles and bullets
are
fired.
Their dead will
join those of other wars —
blood spilled
where flowers grow.
please don't shoot us
they talk like the only
ship that brought Americans
was the Mayflower
every ship from
Asia brought enemy aliens
like us (Japs)
we kept our heads low
to avoid the guns and blows
save precious family
Pearl Harbor sentenced
120,000 (most Americans)
to incarceration
that is our story
this is our country of birth
we are not here
to
replace
you
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