The Blitz Poem
The deadly silence in London, no sound in any street,
Little footsteps like ghosts racing past,
A red bus went past gliding in the night,
Children have nightmares that night but are not real yet…
Silently the first bomb falls BOOM,
Rumbling ground like an earthquake,
Children screaming like alternative bomb alarms,
Shattered smashed glass like daggers.
Crumbling buildings crackling fire
Will London survive this night?
Rotting bodies all down the street,
Many will die on the bombing night,
Buildings collapsing, fire spreading,
Cars are upside down black with fire,
Dust so thick it could make a blanket,
Hitler is not done with London tonight.