
ALT Courtesy of the Min Yasui Collection, Densho, and Auraria Library Special & Digital Collections Department, University of Colorado-Denver “WHY ARE WE HERE?” “Why are we here?” was asked of me, And as I looked around to see, I saw a child, age about three. Smiling she was, cute with a dimple; My placid thought, my mood did rimple When she asked that question so simple. “Why can’t we go home? It’s so near.” She asked with a hint of a tear; Even to a child, liberty is dear. To make the foe to suffer a new Is an aim of war, as men should do; But the women and children, too? “Why must we stay in this awful place? I dared not look at her innocent face To say that was because of our race. When men wage war, kindness departs Out of their souls, and in their hearts They awaken hatreds with brutal arts. “Why are we here?” the little girl asked; Officials said “Army” and in smugness basked. But we want real motives now unmasked. Are we the people (thought not admitted) Punished

ALT Japanese Poem with an illustration of barracks covered in snow. English translation: Snow (A Nursery Rhyme) Written by: Ryōshū, Translated by: Lisa Hofmann-Kuroda. This morning when I woke and looked White white snow! On the mountain ridges On the road Everywhere bright white piled high Last night after Everyone had gone to sleep The snow began to fall Like cotton Like peony flowers It fell from the sky Like angels Quietly falling Soft snow Pure snow.























