The Arizona - Poem by Ralph Wainscott
For fifty years, a ship lays beneath the sea,
In a bay of tranquil bliss.
Today, bubbles of oil still surface
And you ask, "Why was this?"
The hull and decks appear,
As a coral reef from above
And the memories fill the bubbles,
With the heartache of love.
Listen, you can hear sounds of voices.
You can even hear pounding on the hull.
Both the wind and waves remind us,
Never to forget them one or all.
You ask the reason for this clamor,
This wailing all day and night?
A duty, a reminder, for your generation
To protect the Constitutional Right.
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