120,000 STORIES
music, lyrics - Nobuko Miyamoto
120,000 stories - buried in the sand
120,000 stories….
120,000 stories - buried in my skin
120,000 stories….
They called it camp, but it wasn’t summer
Wind and sand blew away our lives
At two years old - a yellow peril
a potential spy
At Santa Anita Racetrack where the rich
Once watched their horses run
We slept in a horse stall
A soldier watched us with his gun
O---KURO JA! O---KURO JA!
Sadao wanted to swim
They said No Japs Allowed
He joined the US army
To-make his family proud
While he fought in Italy
his family was held in Manzanar
He never made it back
But he got the Medal of Honor
O---KURO JA! O---KURO JA!
STOLEN DREAMS, STOLEN RIGHTS
STOLEN LAND, STOLEN LIVES
IT’S AN OLD STORY – DIVIDE & SEPARATE
IT’S AN OLD STORY - HAPPENING TODAY
In a cage sits Olivia
Plastic blanket, bed of stone
2000 miles her mother took her
From the violence of her home
A hostage now, 300 children
Scared and alone
Asking: Donde esta mi mama?
Donde esta mi mama?
O---KURO JA! O---KURO JA!
Is this Detention? Or is it prison?
The crime, a better life for his children
Fifteen years Pedro worked and sacrificed
Swept away in an instant by ICE
Who decides who’s welcome here?
Who decides who goes, who stays?
In this land that was once his home
In a prison he prays…in a prison he prays
No wall can hold my spirit!
No law can steal my dreams!
No hate can stop my dance… freedom!
120,000 stories - buried in the sand
120,000 stories….
120,000 stories - buried in my skin
120,000 stories….
No wall can hold our spirit…
No law can steal our dreams…
No hate can stop our dance…
Freedom…freedom…