Rose of Sharon

 
My childhood sings lullabies,  
fields of flowers danced and bloomed.  
Then they came, Japanese men;  
they stole me from my parents.  
My childhood perished by sunset,  
their black eyes live in my soul.  
 
My childhood lives on in dreams,  
mercifully blooming.  
My poison, I remember their black eyes;  
over and over they came.  
At my door they always laughed,  
fumbling with their pants their faces blurred.  
 
Inky eyes darken my soul,  
days and years pass by.  
The war ends and my body lays broken,  
I remember.  
At my grave, mercy laughs to my face;  
though I still breathe,  
I am dead.