Taiji 11/9

No where to go
We thrash about so
The devils have got us
As most of you know

We suffered so much
Our anguish as such
Abandoned, and
Lost in the cove of grief
Under the tarps
Beyond all belief

All were heartbroken
Torn up with woe
In front of our families
We had to go

Pithed into purgatory
Lost out of sight
The Japanese Fisherman
Now at their height

Of contempt and of hatred
They lack any care
Our hopelessness sadly
Its as if we are not there

Our utter prostration
Our bleeding end
Care worn and sorrowful
Right till the end