People scatter, as the sirens blare. They run for cover, as the streets are bare
Hidden from the clouds of the British sky, the Luftwaffe's bomb bays open as they pass the shorlines by
Leaving behind a path of destruction, their has left a massive concussion
Waves, and waves of bombers enter the city, their payload will certainly not be pretty.
Destruction is their main objective, you cannot view this from any other perspective
Fear strictens the small island as it shake, the bombs make each person quake.
Citizens cram against one another, the shelters feal like sandwich meat being smothered
Loved ones hold eachother closely, their hands are shaking fratically
They try to think of a happy time, but they are interupted by the sound of a woman's cry
A shriek breaks the silence, as the worst seems to have passed
Suddenly the sirens begin to blast
Another wave is closing in, the peril begins to seep back in
The roar of engines fills the sky, with their goal many will die
Houses around are burning to the ground, the fire is used as a target newly found
Led and dynamite fill the air, as seconds pass as their descendence blares
Hours pass and it is finally over, one night is gone, but they war is certainly not over
For those who survive live in fear, that one day they bomb will find them and end them
Lives devastated by the thundering death, houses destroyed peoples lives are a wreck
It would be years before it finally ends, and when it does the streets will be filled with cheer.
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