10
1944
The sirens stir us from our beds,
We hear the thunders above our heads.
Stumbling, scurrying in the dark,
Clearly hear our beating hearts.
The beams, so bright spear the sky,
Dreaded bird's do they spy.
Tripping trembling in the cold,
Dreading what the future holds.
The acid smoke burns our eyes,
We all wonder 'will we die?'
Clambering clattering in the yard,
The shelters never been so far.
The eerie whistles pierce the air,
We see them fall we say a prayer.
Standing, shaking in the mound,
I doubt our bodies will be found.
Bombed
Harsh screech of sirens,
Red tainting grey,
Howling winds, storming clouds,
Dreaded plane, deadly cargo,
Released, sentenced, silence,
Dead
steelfether11
some poems i wrote for english to do with war, iwas bord and desided to publish them.