As the bombs took flight
By Sol Myhill
As the bombs took flight
People running down the cobbled streets
The ancient church up in flames like fireworks
People suffering before their death
Fire, Pain, Agony!
As the bombs took flight
The children and parents forcefully separated
The screaming sirens meant nothing
As homes were gone in no time at all
Death, Murder, Kill!
As the bombs took flight
The people had too go to war
Build planes for the battle
the battle they called the Blitz
Fight, Defeat, Help
As the bombs took flight
There was deadly ash and smoke hovering in the air
Harvest had failed and all the crops were burnt
People now starving as last hopes were blown out
Scream, Dark, Hopeless