Convictions
22-04-2005, 07:15 PM
Poem About After an Air Raid.
Whistling, screaming
It went on for hours
Peoples homes were burning
But what about ours?
As the all clear sounded
We edged out of the shelter
Craters in the middle of roads
Children crying to go home
Everyone was talking
About a loss within their family
Each one different but all the same grieving
No one thought it would be them
Soon the fires burnt themselves out
People rushed to check their homes
Furniture smouldering houses bare
Some houses burnt some not there
The bombers never came again
Most were shot down by pilots keen
More homes were built life went on
But people remembered the damage that could be caused
By the push of a button
By one whistling bomb
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The Ballad of Pearl {Harbor}
Three planes at the break of dawn
By midday twenty-four
Those planes that bore the red sun
Brought words to everyone’s jaw
As soon as those zeros closed in
The seamen manned their guns
As the first ship took a hit
The engineer screamed “Were done”
The Nevada’s first mate
Saw the Arizona list to the side
His thought were with the mothers
Of the young men that died
When the fleet was torn apart
The squadron headed for shore
It was once they disappeared over the horizon
That the world was in awe
As water lapped around the shapes of iron and steel
The pilots casually ate in their mess
They drunk their saki and dined on prawns
Some were fresh from their flying dress
As I walked along the empty shore
I saw souls doomed for ever more
Everyone who saw the horror there
Will remember that day and mark it with a tear
Whistling, screaming
It went on for hours
Peoples homes were burning
But what about ours?
As the all clear sounded
We edged out of the shelter
Craters in the middle of roads
Children crying to go home
Everyone was talking
About a loss within their family
Each one different but all the same grieving
No one thought it would be them
Soon the fires burnt themselves out
People rushed to check their homes
Furniture smouldering houses bare
Some houses burnt some not there
The bombers never came again
Most were shot down by pilots keen
More homes were built life went on
But people remembered the damage that could be caused
By the push of a button
By one whistling bomb
__________________________________________________ _______________
The Ballad of Pearl {Harbor}
Three planes at the break of dawn
By midday twenty-four
Those planes that bore the red sun
Brought words to everyone’s jaw
As soon as those zeros closed in
The seamen manned their guns
As the first ship took a hit
The engineer screamed “Were done”
The Nevada’s first mate
Saw the Arizona list to the side
His thought were with the mothers
Of the young men that died
When the fleet was torn apart
The squadron headed for shore
It was once they disappeared over the horizon
That the world was in awe
As water lapped around the shapes of iron and steel
The pilots casually ate in their mess
They drunk their saki and dined on prawns
Some were fresh from their flying dress
As I walked along the empty shore
I saw souls doomed for ever more
Everyone who saw the horror there
Will remember that day and mark it with a tear