December Seventh
Why this day?
Why bomb Pearl Harbor on December seventh?
Why not November twentieth?
Or January eleventh?
Old hearts are at half mast.
That day is not that long ago, that far in the past.
To them the memory is vivid.
It may still make them livid.
Can you imagine being in Eden?
Can you imagine the sun rising in those skies?
Can you imagine a shadow in your eyes?
See the Zeroes flashing by?
That day a sleeping giant did awaken.
On September Eleventh, years later
That giant rumbled, but only raised a bit.
The people back then did not know how to quit.
One thought, one strange irony
Is that day is really Japan’s Independence Day.
It was the first day building toward financial victory.
Who thought history would march that way?
Rather than just mourn our loss
We should remember the long-term cost
To them and us, still this day.
Our leaders sit on their laurels as our country fritters away.
We need to recall the American will.
We need to strike up the band and not just stand still.
We wish nobody any serious ill,
But we will not tolerate evil, we cannot just do nil.
The bombs hitting the ground
On that day long ago
Killed many, gave freedom a new sound.
American courage awoke and around the world flowed.
Ships lie slumbering in Pearl Harbor.
Our own old vets gather each year to remember.
Try for a moment to feel what they felt.
The freedom we have now was the result.
That paradise became Hell on earth.
It proved our heritage, the old timers’ worth.
When they have all passed away
Will we continue to remember this day?
Please imagine the sounds of thunder
In a sky so blue, a shining example of God’s wonder.
Think of stumbling outside with ears ringing,
Then wondering what your future is bringing.
December Seventh.
This day should always shine on America’s horizon.
Say a prayer for lost souls and another for the Eleventh.
Remember all that generation did, and all God has done.
Mike Mullins, 12/6/07
December Seventh
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