
Viviana
WHAT MAKES AN ENEMY?
My Papa left Italy
to get away from "El Duce."
He left his home
because Mussolini
is a man not to be trusted.
Over here,
Papa is considered
a man not to be trusted.
Papa is Italian.
We are at war with Italy.
And, to some, that makes Papa
the enemy.
Papa works long, hard hours
to provide for his family.
With great pride he sends
his oldest son into the Marines.
In his broken English
Papa sings Praise the Lord
and Pass the Ammunition,
loudly and with all his heart.
This is no enemy.
This is no saboteur.
This is my Papa—
an American!
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved. Photo courtesy Library of Congress.
1 comment:
Great project, Diane!
Thanks for participating in Poetry Friday this week!
:-) Anastasia
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