Daddy says I can't be friends with her.

Why?

She isn't evil;

She's my best friend.

Mommy says she can't be trusted,

But I don't understand.

I've known her for years;

We trusted her then.

What makes now any different?

Yes, she's Japanese.

But she didn't kill anyone.

Why should she be treated like she did?

She's only 12.

A whole year younger than me...

One day while we sat,

Playing on the swings,

Men in uniform came,

To take her away.

I tried to stop them;

I cried, I begged, I screamed,

But still she was wrenched away from me.

As I watched them put her in a van,

Where her mother, grandmother, and countless others sat waiting,

I saw my daddy watching too.

I met his cold hard stare,

With broken eyes,

And he smiled.

A/N: So, I wanted to capture a side of war that you rarely hear about. Don't ask me why I think about it this way. I hate war. Again, don't ask cause then I'll start to rant, and if I rant I'll get pissed and then I'll be pissed and ranting and it just won't be pretty, so don't ask, ok? Lol. R&R if you like it. Hell, R&R if you don't; it's fine with me. Lol.

SF