#pearlharbor
A stroke of lightning
Everything is on fire
What could we have done?
Bombs fall and friends die
On this day, black as the smoke
That now fills the air
That smoke fills the air
The only light we can see
is from burning ships
We will not back down
As dark as the day now looks
Brighter it will be
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC
What I thought was blood on my mind
Was the memory of hidden girl’s life
Humanity burning inside distant diaries
Until their horror became our strife
What I thought was water to cleanse
Was from a spear ****** into his side
While he cried again for our peril
From madness we could not hide
What I thought was a horn blast of angels
Was the sound of a thousand rising suns
While the last witness was asked to forget
The death of a thousand mother’s sons
What I thought was a prayer for peace
Was the sound of hell being born again
And when the fire liberates itself from grace
We are reminded that flesh is made from sin
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Dawn of Valour
Quiet harbour dawn—
Pacific waters lie still
beneath soft sunrise.
Battleships rest in the calm
unaware of coming storm.
Engines pierce the sky—
dark wings cross the morning light
above Oahu.
Sudden thunder splits the peace
as fire falls upon the fleet.
Arizona burns,
smoke climbs through shattered blue air
over silent decks.
Men rush through flame and water
amid chaos and courage.
Across the waves spreads
shock that circles the wide world
like gathering tide.
A sleeping giant wakes now
to the call of bitter war.
Yet from broken steel
rises strength and unity
for battles ahead.
Memory keeps the harbour
where sorrow meets resolve.
Now calm waters rest—
red poppies and white crosses
face the quiet sea.
Peace blooms where the guns once roared
in remembrance of that dawn.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 4:25 AM UTC