Bombs have thwacked
Against the black,
Children cried
Many have died,
Hums of Blitz
Crumbling buildings to bits,
Across the channel they go
To avenge their homeland's glow,
But Death awaits
At the golden gates
For red-painted soldiers' slates,
As the lone man slurs
His final words,
The President hears the twinkling of tears
As he solemnly states:
London's been bombed.
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Horrifically Lovely Short Stories and Poems
RandomA collection of short stories and poems that cover topics surrounding complicated topics such as love, death, and mental health.
