The Blitz

The sirens start screaming, in the middle of the night,

All the people start running, it gave them such a fright,

The bomber planes are coming,they're whizzing through the night.

Now the streets are echoing ,with horror and panic,

The heavy metal bombs,like silver birds are exploding with anger and shame,

The bomber planes are coming,they're spitting bombs during fright.

Poisonous gas clouds,they're covering up the moon,

all of this destruction may carry on till noon,

The ground is shaking with terror and gloom,

But finally,

The bomber planes are going,they're whizzing through the night.

By Sophia