For I've been <br />chased by the question stiff; <br />Who am I? Who am I? <br />And I dare to escape. <br /> <br />Then I'd lean <br />to the wall segregated, if <br />we are part from each of us <br />while those soldiers sure did rape <br /> <br />men and women and youth and age, <br />centred on the implanted rage, <br />trying to flee from their cage, <br />having to care for some few wage. <br /> <br />Who are you? We all are asked <br />while we quest for another view; <br />they are all in black and masked, <br />see, where there's nothing new.<br /><br />Toru Uemura<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-a-scene-of-war-we-know/
