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