The gas mask swings from round his neck
as he holds tight his mothers hand
the screaming sirens call all the be prepared
it's down to the shelters all over this land
The wardens with their tin hats
usher hurriedly these London born
down deep to the underground
down to the humid stale and warm
All is ghostly for silence holds dominion
then from above they hear the distant drone
this is the unearthly sound of bombers
coming to destroy Londoners homes
In flurries of six the bombs fall
you hear them get closer
the ground seams to quake
as children start to shake
So this is war in it's lowest form
threatening the existence of the London born
some close their eyes and pray
with hopes to live another day
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
The gas mask swings from round his neck
as he holds tight his mothers hand
the screaming sirens call all the be prepared
it's down to the shelters all over this land
The wardens with their tin hats
usher hurriedly these London born
down deep to the underground
down to the humid stale and warm
All is ghostly for silence holds dominion
then from above they hear the distant drone
this is the unearthly sound of bombers
coming to destroy Londoners homes
In flurries of six the bombs fall
you hear them get closer
the ground seams to quake
as children start to shake
So this is war in it's lowest form
threatening the existence of the London born
some close their eyes and pray
with hopes to live another day
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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