A quiet December morn interrupted,

When Japanese bombs erupted,

Planes and Ships lined in a row,

Without anywhere to go,

Pilots acted like they were at the market,

With such numerous inviting targets,

Firing first shots of the strife,

Which would result in loss of life,

Heroes and cowards alike prayed,

As the relentless bombs were laid.

On that Sunday 2,335 souls would be lost.

Which would only be a fraction of the cost,

Part of those souls still speaks,

Every time the Arizona’s oil leaks,

A war which would last for four years,

Causing many mothers to shed tears.

On one fact you could be reliant,

The Japanese woke a sleeping giant,

Nothing we imagine could be harder,

Than the U.S. ever forgetting Pearl Harbor.