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December 7, 1941
I wasn’t alive when you died
Now craggy and rusted in the bay’s bottom
The locker of soul’s linger there
If you stop and listen you can hear
2,400 Heartbeats of that kill
The sleeping giant awoke with anger
Retaliatory tear drops spilt more blood
Did we not yearn for peace?
Must we do this time and time again?
Why not honor them with Stillness.