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Japan, World War II, The Sugarcane FieldsThe natural high and sweetness of the sugarcane fields gives way to row upon row of rushing spindles Women cry in labor crouching in spaces they carved out to give birth in Rustling and whistling, back and forth Is it safe now?? Shield your babies from the flying round eyes above, whirling to dive into your rapid hollow to lock you away. Vote for this poem |
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