The Blitz came and went,
and you left.

Just like the German planes,
flying away.

They were unknowing of the pain they
had caused, blissfully unaware.

*******,
They ******* Knew.

They saw the rubble,
they wrote the newspapers,
and they watched the starved
of life and their beady eyes in
their dreams for years after.
Because, and I will now tell you why; All ****'s were
still people, either horrible or anxious or experienced or scared for their lives.

All ****'s were scared as the English and the French were.

But what set them apart from the rest,
was their willingness to follow orders
to the tune of drums that drowned out
the screams of burning women, and children
dragged out into the streets, their Father's executed
before their very young eyes.

There is no better way to make a soldier than to take everything away from them, and leave them to come crawling back.