father came from Japan in 1905 He 15 when he immigrated from Japan He worked until he was able to buy - to actually build store Let me tell you the story in the form a dream, don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means, Close eyes, just picture the scene, As I paint it for you, it World War II, When this named Kenji woke up, Ken not a soldier, He was just a man with a family who owned store in LA, That day, he crawled out of bed like he always Bacon and eggs with and kids, He lived on the second floor a little store he ran, He to LA from Japan, They called him In Japanese, he'd say was called "Issei," That meant 'First Generation In The United When everyone was afraid the Germans, afraid of the Japs, But most of all of a homeland attack, And that morning when Ken out on the doormat, His world went black Right there; front page weeks before 1942, "Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed The Japs Are Comin'" Pictures of dyin' and runnin', Ken knew it would lead to, Just like he the President said, "The evil Japanese in our home will be locked away," They gave Ken, couple of days, To get his whole life packed in bags, Just bags, couldn't even pack his clothes, Some folks didn't even a suitcase, to pack anything in, So two trash bags is all they them, When the kids asked "Where are we goin'?" Nobody even knew to say to them, Ken didn't lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies, we have to live in a place called Manzanar, Where a lot of Japanese are," it don't look at the gunmen, You don't wanna get the wonderin', you gonna run or not, 'Cause if run then you might get shot, Other than that try not think about it, Try not to worry 'bout bein' so crowded, Someday we'll out, someday, someday. soon as war broke out F.B.I. came and they just come to the house and "You to come" "All Japanese have to go" They Mr. Lee People didn't Why did they have to him? Because he's laborer laborer So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' Every day, every night look down at From watch towers up on wall, couldn't really hate them at all; They were just doin' their job He wasn't make any problems, He had a little garden with vegetables and that, gave to the troops in a basket his wife made, But in the back his mind, he wanted his families life saved, of war in their own damn country, What for? Time in the prison town, He wanted them live it down when they were free, The only way was joinin' the army, And supposedly, men went out for the army, signed on, And ended up flyin' Japan with a bomb, That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty Two cities were blown to the end of the war came quick, Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, his kids and his wife, But, when they got back to home, What they saw them feel so alone, These people had every room, Smashed in the windows and bashed in the Written on walls and the floor, "Japs welcome anymore." And Kenji dropped of his bags at his sides and just stood outside, He, looked his wife without words to say, She looked back at him wiping tears And, said we'll be okay, someday," Now the names been changed, but the story's true, My family was locked up back '42, My family was there it was dark and And they called it an camp When we first got back from camp... was... pretty... pretty bad I, I my husband said "Are we gonna 'til last?" Then my husband died before close the camp.