05 Dec 2016 – For the 75th Anniversary of Pearl Harbor

It will be a day like this one:
skies of grey, torn strips of azure,
everyone in shock. “What happened?”
Having lost all faith in hatred,
shrugging off what playground bullies
could’ve taught them, had they listened,
having beaten swords to plowshares,
none but old men saw it coming –
mocked to scorn as wicked war hawks.

“Everybody’s friends” recited.
“Who needs bullets in their budgets?”
“War’s become blasé – outdated!”
None who fought on Okinawa
left who witnessed raging evil,
none who liberated Auschwitz
here to tell you what it reeked of.
Now the hearts of men are airbrushed,
now we sleep, but will we awaken?