London in the blitz
we are
masked up
and gone to ground
the siren sound
of ABC updates
and we are back
to Rachel
and the cronies
lobbing blame
crying shame
demanding names
and heads on platters
still don’t get it
do you babes
what the hell’s the matter
with you
blinkered twats
blame and shame
mean nothing
in this sodding game of soldiers
against the viral blitz
beneath dark London streets
packed tight against tube walls
they couldn’t see the death planes
but they knew
it wasn’t over
even at all clear
they knew
there would be sirens
every other day
and every other week
until the enemy
was defeated
and it was safe
to walk the streets
unmasked and fearless
kissing cheeks
we are at war
get used to it
keep calm
it’s here to stay
stick out your arm
don’t panic
don’t delay
for just one little prick.
See also poems read out loud at https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC9uLwxslE_VQ-fu-Dw6gdIA/playlists
My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1
or on the SHOP page of this very website.
Last year’s collection Fewer Curs available on demand
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