Poem--updated [thanks for the idea C.C.T.]
BROKEN ENGLISH [1948: first day ] Like hawks, screams piercing the sky, swooping in frenzy upon a sparrow flying by they took me down blood on the ground and screeched when I cried, I raised my hand against the sun and tried to see the reason why... I spoke broken English They screeched when I cried... Sign in to see full entry.