WW2 poem by Louis05-05-2017 | 23:10:03 | No Comments

World War 2


When bombs are dropping throughout the night,

people screaming with a fright.

Sirens heard by the town,

Folk in bomb shelters, with a frown.

I could run I could hide,

I hope someone would be my side.

Bombs dropping with the rain,

people dying, in pain.

Big, black bombs what haven’t exploded

are soon going to when children are evacuated from the city

are going to be in a pity.

Houses blown up into pieces,

Nephews and nieces,

missing their toys

with lots of noise.


By Louis

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