Treasure Island

Ronald Chapman


Homage to the Korean Comfort Women (Regional)


World War II, cold like misty days slaves.

The misty days whale swiftly commands the Korean shrimp.
Why does the whale steal our childhood?

All clouds hide stormy days,
Dark times, Japanese military prostitution.
Never hide a girl.
Lord, this is my destiny!
All my dead days, days without love.

Japanese military prostitution;
Disgust, desolation, and courage!
Endurance is the dark days of comfort women.
The small evil men calmly tortures my soul.
Forty times a day.

Why does the girl endure?

All girls fight cold men, old men and sex.
Wow, hate!
Rough days, stormy days smelly men swiftly torture my rainy days, dark days. Why?

Scared roughly like days without love only prostitution!

Die quietly old men.
Comfort women have faith!

Girls grow!

Why is the Japan as cold as a bronze statue crying in the rain?

Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, August 06, 2014

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Comfort women were women and girls forced into sexual slavery.

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