The kids are away in the country, when will we see them again?
It's so very hard to be parted but hopefully they are well?
They come in the night the bombers out of the London sky
Each must now seek their shelter prepare for the coming din.
Some like a Morrison shelter for when the roof caves in
Stick it under the table, a couple can get in.
Some's got one in the garden, you can get a family in
But most'll make for the stations deep below the ground
Cheek by jowl with the neighbours deep, deep underground.
You have to get there early to find a decent place
Through the streets in darkness, they've shut off all the lights.
And in the dark there's silence, all we can do is wait.
Then there's the wail of the sirens, we know that they're on their way
Latecomers race for the shelter or try to just carry on.
We do our best to stay cheerful, 'Keep Calm and Carry On'
But we know what's coming is dreadful and some won't make it through
We've lost sight of life as we knew it but just have to muddle through.
Next it's the drone of the engines, we imagine what's overhead
That first they'll be dropping incendiaries to set our City alight
Set fire to our homes as a guiding light for heavier bombs to come.
And our homes will be bombed to rubble and families buried beneath
And we'll search amidst the wreckage for bodies or sign of life
Night after night it will happen but life must still go on
And we'll carry on tomorrow until they come again
And death will be back again and again but London must carry on.
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My Poets Pub Bits
PoetryI was fortunate enough to discover Poet's Pub very early in my Wattpad experience and have found it a hugely supportive community. This is a collection of poems I submitted for various Poets Pub competitions and collections. They are published in bo...
