Pearl Harbor III
Beneath the ash its morals face defeat
as segregation separates is corps.
The scars outline a union incomplete
and wounds define its failure to restore.
Though rally calls have filled a Nation’s heart
and motivation fueled its vast machine,
supremacy held unity apart
and nothing but conceit lay in between.
But still a Nation mustered to the rail
as casualty arose from ‘neath the blaze.
A gasping world could finally exhale
for Solitude had risen from the haze.
The knotted roots of bigotry transpire,
though circumstances unify the ire.
Though circumstances unify the ire,
a world at war is something to behold.
It sought salvation from the madding mire
and prayed a savior stepped up from the fold
In desperation, hope is but a prayer
that floats upon an apathetic wind,
its feckless whims eliminate despair
and liberate a world so filled with sin.
‘Twas but a sign when stars fell from the shy
upon a mighty giant fast asleep.
A wailing world could sense that hope was nigh
and though despoiled, no longer would it weep.
Though harrowed days of evil cloaked the earth
the morning’s light unveiled a Giant’s girth.
The morning light unveiled a Giant’s girth
as recompense awaited waking brawn.
The Rising Sun, through rage, had given birth
to zealousness that roused a rising dawn.
A magnitude of vengeance fueled a force
that resurrected steel and forged its fleet
‘twas but a quest that set upon a course
to rise above the infamous defeat.
But Nipon fire still terrorized the seas
as fury roared to smite the mighty beast
‘twould be a mission measured in by degrees
where all the fires of Hell have been released.
Savation’s hope arose from ‘neath the dearth
when all the stars from Heaven fell to Earth.
When all the stars from Heaven fell to Earth,
from ‘neath the flames a Phoenix would arise.
It unified to gather all its worth
when subterfuge had taken to the skies.
It wielded strength to rise against the foes
that cast the Earth into its darkest night.
It fought for all ensnared within the throes
to rectify the fading of the light.
But Death would be price that must be paid
when obstinance consumed an evil pride.
On hallowed ground a marker would be laid
for warriors that sank beneath the tide.
Although the Phoenix rises from the hate,
a heedless world implodes beneath the weight.
A heedless world implodes beneath the weight,
its devastation reaches far and wide.
And, to the East, a Giant seals its fate
as swarms of terror hunt Pacific’s pride.
A stealthy barb empaled the Giant’s heart
as solitude neglects the Harbor door.
From isolation, now you must depart,
for apathy has led the world to war.
The Nippon Sun awoke its sleeping fleet,
illuminating bigotry with fire.
Beneath the ash, its morals face defeat
though circumstances unify the ire.
The morning light unveiled a Giant’s girth
when all the stars from Heaven fell to Earth.
Book: This War of Sons
Chapter 8: Pearl Harbor
8/11/24
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2024
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