Families In Mourning-Comrades Wear Shrouds Poem by Shirley R Simpkin

Enslaved, torn from their families and the normal walks of life;
Nobody had forseen the deprivation, hunger, terror and the strife.
Brothers, Sons, Husbands exchanging uniforms for shrouds.
Families now are mourning - shattered dreams, once silver lined clouds.

Your Japanese captors proudly inflicted every horror known to man;
No cold light of day reflections, or reluctance in their plans.
The hunger from within your souls, bitterness, unbearable pain
Yeild once more to the struggle to live, see your loved ones yet again.

Jaded eyes paint pictures, view the tapestry of your war;
Beautiful colours not needed, just black memories to the fore.
Your Brothers spirits now risen above, where only the Eagles fly.
Treasured in the arms of our Dear God; Loved ones hear your cry.