Some Sort Of War Poem Poem by ben nourse

death, killing sprees
jews and gypsies

thundering pain
english campaign

sirens blazing
buildings blaring

babies screaming
eyes are streaming

with colour of red & white
our flag takes flight

proudly floating in the air
but still exists warfare

however imporvements can be made
with concrete, steel and a spade

for england overall does prevail
even though war covered our judgement with a veil

chinese whispers spread of hitlers death
we search for his body, width & breadth

but it still remains a mystery
and our vision will always stay blurred and cloudy