THE BLITZ by Yse

Posted in Poetry, Writing we do at school, WW2

London waits in an eerie silence,

Waiting for devastation,

While the children lie in their beds,

Fearing the worst.

 

Buildings tremble,

As Germans drop their bombs

Over the towns and cities.

 

Flames lick through the windows of houses.

Skeletal remains of burnt down houses

Stand over the deserted streets.

Smoke billows through the dusty night air

And London awakes to a blood-lit dawn.

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