EVACUATION

The last glance back is all you get,
Before you're off on the train unless,
You stay with all the bombings,
Losing your belongings,
You stare out the window lost in thought,
Thinking about your parents in distraught.
The journey begins as you get pushed,
Everyone crowding round you get mushed,
the journey's just begun where are you going,You are scared not knowing.
Whizzing past the sea eating up the rocks,
Its gone now you can only see your crocks,
The train is coming to a stop,
You can see the buzy world and shops,
A man sees you and beckons this the end you reckon.
When you get back in years,
there is just a few bottles here.