Blitz Poem by Lewis

The Blitz

Families, children, and adults,

Waiting for the hell on Hitler’s making.

The silent pain has struck.

 

The bombers arrive in the crack of dawn,

The sirens howled and then Arp boomed over the roars of the planes,

 

Bombs howling as they incinerate the houses leaving skeletal remains,

Murderous, inferno, flames licking from house to house.

Asphyxiating smoke darkened the blood lit dawn.

By Lewis.

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