The ghosts of those who died here still, will sit and share
their tale
Of boyhoods spent back in Japan, Of sampans in full sail,
And seasons of the cherry blossom, snow on Fuji san
When troopships sailed from Kure, and the time it all began
They reminisce on families, who taught them all respect
And girls they knew from boyhood days, they never could
forget,
Of Papa-sans that held there hand, and taught them how to
fish
While some would talk of joy houses, where girls grant every
wish.
The Emperor issued decrees, that all young men must fight
Protect our land from foreign threats, resist with all our might,
We passed the brutal training, at the camp in Ibbi Sui
Then sailed from Kure harbour, as our forebears had to do.
Our defence strong, awaited, Iet the foreign devils come
We fought them on the beaches, till our ammunitions done,
There’s thirty thousand comrades here, still ask the reason
why
The young who seek, to live in love, are the ones they pick
To die.
If l had eyes, would l see peace, from this far distant shore
Will this small part, of what was me, stand here for ever
more,
I pray to all the gods who heal, the wounds between all men
That those who seek to live in love, not pass this way again
© Sammichon, 7 months ago