BEASTLY TALES - THE BLITZ (Circa 1944)
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Richard Hersel
BEASTLY TALES
THE BLITZ
(Circa 1944)
In London in the Second World War you could stay at the Ritz.
But you would still be terrified, if there was a blitz!
Air Raid Wardens would announce an air raid,
With one of the most primitive sound makers made.
This was the clicking, spinning football rattle,
With such an instrument, and much loud prattle.
This noise would alert people, not to go to a football game,
But to take shelter in any safe place you could name.
The safest of all was an air raid shelter,
And most would run there, helter skelter.
The German blitzes on the U.K.,
Killed over 50,000 a year, at the end of the day.
This, of course, being highly sadistic,
Was an alarming, terrifying statistic.
It is worth mentioning that British bombing with their allies,
Killed over 130,000 in one night during bombing sallys.
This was in Dresden, in the German nation.
Underscoring as to why one shouldn’t get ahead of one’s station.
It all goes to further underscore,
The very great stupidity of war!
Many have wasted their lives because of the sin they didn't commit.
It's been that way throughout history. Thanks for your comment.
"The very great stupidity of war!" So true, what a waste of life!
Yes that's been true for millennia. Thanks for your comment.
There will be no peace without a war?
The set creates another and bidders outbid each other.
Always there is still one and still something, which puts on top of it. The eternal game of One upman-ship. Universally speaking, this is the course of things, creation creates destruction and vice versa.
Unfortunate is the one who is haunted by destruction, because his suffering searches for culprits and finds them naturally. Such a war is made by many, by fearful hearts and anxious souls who empower others to kill. The deed of the individual is submerged in the deeds of many. Whose side he also thinks he is on can turn the tide at any time. No one should ever have to hide in cellars and hear the roaring howling, and yet it happens.