Ghost of Places Poem

Heart Mountain Relocation Center

Loneliness rolls in with the clouds

An eerie silence among us

Tucked away in the middle of nowhere

The only comfort is the rising sun each and every day

The long open road is our only hope for salvation

No one else is here but us

The buildings are left to rust

What did we do to deserve this?

We are treated like cows given grass to graze

We aren’t animals, we are Americans too

We look to the mountains and the setting sun for hope

Hope that someone will come and rescue us

We have pledged loyalty to this country

We don’t belong here

We are one of you

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