Crashed Plane

The bombing raid siren Threw sounds loud and clear, Accross rubble that once was our town The children all fled, And the town became dead. As a bomber, 'their' bomber, came down. The sky's grey appearance Was filled with black smoke. Then a Scarlet, an Orange, a Red. The blood curdling crash, and a terrible smash. There she goes, another one dead. The very next day, I went to the spot Where the plane had fallen from sky. The aircraft a zero, the pilot a hero, Who sacrificed life, for his country to die. The plane was but ash, from the fire. The stupidity and wastage of life. I thought of his friends, and the love they all send. His Family, His Children, His Wife.