Blitz Poem By Bertie

London waits for devastation

Whilst the search lights fill the air.

Bombers drop from overhead from the direction of screaming kids.

Adults shiver with cold-blooded-hearts

While the kids cry from the hell of Hitler’s making.

They wake up to blood lit dawn to see skeletal remains.

Death, destruction from a hurricane of fire.

Minute after minute I catch my death

Hoping I will be alright.





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