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Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Seventh of December


A poem written in remembrance of that day so long ago that remains vivid in some minds even today.

A harbor of pearls
Taking heat from the west
People trying to do their best
An ocean of blood
New, from petty quarrels
People tangled in the coral
An island of fire
That had risen from the deep
People tucked underwater to sleep
A nation’s pride
Red, white, now black and blue
People unsure of what to do
An enemy, fierce
They’re flesh and bone like me
People, similar, separated by sea
A harbor of pearls
Precious creations by mothers
People still strive to kill one another

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