On wings as hawks they came,
As dawn broke forh that holy day,
That lives in infamy and shame,
That years have failed to wash away.
For immortality and for fame,
They came as birds of prey;
Laden with fire and flame,
Over the hills and across the bay;
Their mission then to kill and maim.

In peace below the sleeping giant lay,
Exposed to treachery's deadly aim,
In this most infamous, foul play.
To some came honor and acclaim,
Amidst the horror of that melee.
To the victims give laud and fame;
None to betrayers in the fray.