The Day of Infamy
“Yesterday, December seventh nineteen and forty-one…”
As they lay sleeping to the perils overhead,
American fought its demons
Over which way our hearts were led.
Then the bombers came a-crashing
Into our battleships and planes…
Our Hawaiian Pearl Harbor
Now had death upon the mains.
It is war. It is war.
The giant could sleep no more.
We’re under attack.
No turning back.
It is war. It is war.
Many times we’ve been the aggressor.
Sometimes we’ve been unaware,
But to see us fight our fiercest,
Attack us in our lair.
The whole country was frenzied up.
Nothing would be spared…
Payback’s a bitch, you best watch out,
Truman’s Little Boy would in time be aired…
It is war. It is war.
The giant would sleep no more.
With fiercest attack,
No holding back…
It is war. It is war.
© Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 2000.
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